I’m Not A Woman

I’m not a woman
I’m a fleeting feeling 
A good time call 
The love you seek after the last round
I want to be the one you come home to
Even if it’s only for the night 

I’m not a woman 
I’m red skids on your shirt collar
And scratches down your back
A reminder of the body we shared 
I want to be found   
So I find myself falling into any arms that open for me  

I’m not a woman 
I’m the stain on your sheets
An impression in your memory foam
a bruise on your neck 
I want to slip out of my skin
Because men like it more when it’s crumpled on their floor 

I’m not a woman 
I’m your phone blowing up 
Ten missed calls
And unread texts 
I want to test you 
To see if I still matter in the morning 

I’m not a woman 
I’m a phantom left longing