I am more.

Listen readers, for this is important. This is not a poem for another being. This is a poem for me.
I am more.
And as you read, I hope you know, sincerely, that you are more,
And you are worthy,
And you are important,
And you are absolutely, unequivocally, positively good enough.

I am more than my body.
I am more than chipped nail polish and my grandmothers ring.
I am more than entangled ivory sheets.
I am more than cracked lips and cherry ChapStick.
I am more than distant, cold kisses.
I am more than light switches and volume knobs.
I am more than that certain time of night.
I am more than passenger seats and bent over backs.
I am more than a hand grabbing my hand grabbing fabric.
I am more than lace and your uncontrollable lust.
I am more than trying to make you smile.
I am more than safe words and not nows.
I am more than a final desperate attempt.
I am more than being in the mood or it's been a bad day.
I am more than my misconceived perception of love.
I am more than please babe.
I am more than It's okay.
I am more than you're so sexy.
I am more than fuck yes.
I am more than fuck me.
I am more than sex.
I am more.
I am special.
I am beautiful.
I am unique.
I am interesting.
I am worthy.
I am worth conversation.
I am worth love.
I am worth consent.
I am sick and tired of feeling inadequate internally.
I am absolutely done with flexing my stomach in the mirror because of your harsh words.
I am infatuated with the idea of being asked if I want something.
Because guess what, world?
I am something.
I am someone.

You are someone.
And everyone deserves to be felt like they are more than pressure, desperation, or force.
We are more.


We are more.