Yellow

My body tenses up with a dominant male in a figure of authority

But if a dom is in my bed then I'm begging him to fuck me

And you would think I would have this shit figured out by now

Considering all the poems that I write about healing

And some nights, I admit, I still invite the darkness in and sometimes I let him sing to me

But I am strong enough now to collect my material then I am able to stand up and leave

and I know I am building, for up I go

And I shall paint for the rest of my life, each day of my own design

Hold tight to my soul, darling