Yours

Getting high in bathrooms
used to be cool
holding the joint
Lana del Ray style
as he blew smoke circles
and I played my own
  Tragedy
So dramatic and glamorous
to my stoned eyes
blowing at my reflection
Recollection taints this cool
cool loses its definition
when you remember the numbness
the self-hate
consideration of sleeping pills
as an option to end the way
he looked at you
the way that "he" meant every man
because you belonged to all of them
and none of them
never deciding which it was
was it the smoke that made you disregard life
was it the loss of self
the way you took a swig
just to stop thinking
vodka slipping feeling into numbness
taming you back into the girl
who didn't give a shit
All I want to do is hold you and say baby
it will end
stop thinking you can't say no
stop thinking that the world owns you
that you are a slave to words
this body is yours
It is your skin, your ass, your heart
And they don't get to touch you like you're trash
You will be happy,
YOU WILL BE HAPPY
If you just realize
You are yours.