But you will never possess the scars that mark my bones;
the memories I carve into the back of my mind.
Your will never feel the
pulsating rhythm in my chest,
nor my love-hate relationship with my
veins.
Veins that enrich me and sustain me;
twine my fate into my bones but yet
suffocate me.
You will never hear the voice of my intuition -
the compass of my heart.