Half a girl

I am half a girl
you know where to find me
will you hand me your hands?

I am half a girl
partly broken
I am easily bruised
Are you one, who understands?

I am half a girl
afraid to be beautiful
feeling hungry to be broken
it’s been forever since I’ve been whole

Half a girl
is me
rise to fall in with the tide
Lifting my hands to avoid feeling ugly inside

Only a little bit of girl
please don’t call me
the name of this being
that can be taken and wanted
at your will

Sometimes grinning, sometimes shy

this girl is beneath me
the one that I hide
don’t let her approach me
there is fire in her eyes

I am half a girl
don’t call me a woman
keep me away from this being
wanted and had at the hands of your will.