december sunlight, i grab him by the wrist
he takes that for a permission to kiss
his lips on mine, and i can feel his teeth
lukewarm hot cocoa and sour candy
i don't know what to tell him
i don't know what to tell him
would he by my friend if i kiss him back
will a kiss be a substitute to a conversation
i am so sorry, i am still child
i thought loneliness could be fixed by company
the top end of the see-saw is empty
there's no else to share a lunchbox with
his is the only name my mama knows
i play solitaire but i don't like it
and when i say i love you i'll mean it
even if i love you only means i have no one but you
i will be content because i will not be alone
and that will be enough
yes, that will be enough
YOU ARE READING
HYSTERIA
Poetryand i will ruin you for loving me. and you will love me for ruining you. an attempt to reclaim the madness that defines femininity
