I
Look at every single thing you do
I never tire of wanting you
I'll
Keep looking and let myself die
Just a little inside
Till you're gone
Till it's time for goodbye
Infatuated
If you want me, you got me
You just have to want me
However you need me
I'm your baby
In your pocket
Take me home
I'm a little kid and
You're the older boy
Who climbs trees
Triumphantly
Just for my eyes
Just for me
YOU ARE READING
My name is not Lolita
PoetryPoetry about (not) falling prey to older men with a fetish for innocence, about girlhood and those in the shadows who enjoy stealing it. I've had many names, none are Lolita. "I want him the way a child wants candy Meaning it would be wise to refuse...
