He fills my mouth with bumblebees, they fill my
heart with honey:
part of the criteria that I have met includes desperate attempts
not to be alone, to lose abandonment
before I lose someone to it.
Antennae are between my molars – I have found
he will kiss me more when my breath
tastes the worst. He fell in love with me because
I love so hard that he will become a poem and live forever.
I may not be the saddest girl in the world,
but I sure have come close, thinking about how easy it would
be for him to leave me
if I simply kept a smile on my face for too long.
He may not be the most fearful man, but I heard him
cry about dying and now I know about
the two types of leaving
and
that there is one he would never do on purpose.
