They make it awkward in childhood, gross-
But in adulthood it's a necessity
Why's it a necessity?
How's it a necessity?
Leave me alone, let it go.
I don't want it, let it go.
Drop the subject, I'd rather not know.
I'm pulling away, doesn't it show?
Doesn't it show?
How's it a necessity?
Oh, right, I don't want to know.
YOU ARE READING
Lyssa's Poem Book
PoetryJust me ranting about my feelings through poetry, because why not?
