crunching my abdomen
i curl to the floor
cramps roll down deep
into the spine in the back
legs wither, i feel so,
and pain all the way down.
too tired to complain
too used to to not telling others.
but, can you read me?
can you come, make coffee for two
without me asking you to?
i wish you are here
i wish you know what to do
this is not the first time
this probably is not the last time
this is the same everytime
since the time we met.
periods bring back my obsession,
that is you
and make me want
your converse on my doorstep.
