I noticed that I wasn’t that fond of affection, of skinship, didn’t really want or need or care about sex, about boys.
All in Poetry
I noticed that I wasn’t that fond of affection, of skinship, didn’t really want or need or care about sex, about boys.
You screwed me after you finished / Tempting me again / Making me hot in ways only electric can
Reminder: I do love / I love with the kind of intensity / that makes your stomach sick
I saved us both a lot of pain / by breaking your heart / before anything could really begin.
I'll love you / and paint / your rainbow beauty / in a thousand words / or less.
Every boy I’ve wanted to love
is a map I’ve torn before arrival
because I worried they’d leave me roadside when I say
this is the farthest I want to go.