To my beloved breasts,
I apologize for hating you so much. You hurt me because you’re in pain.
You’re filled with rage because of their piercing eyes.
Their eyes hit you like bullets as you shriek in pain.
There are no bras that fit you.
They’re either too small or too big.
They all leave a mark underneath you and suffocate you.
To my big nipples,
Why do you lose all feeling in bed?
Don’t you know you’re supposed to be an erogenous zone?
I feel nothing from you.
It’s as if you’re not connected to my breasts.
Not connected to my heart.
You disconnected yourself from my heart so I wouldn’t feel pain.
But I’m lacking confidence now.
I don’t want to hurt you.
I want to be proud of you. To love you.
You’re more beautiful than I thought.
What if I try to heal you?
Help me help you.
My soft, beloved breasts,
I love you.