I desire two different pairs of lips
both older than I,
years apart.
one may notice me more than the other,
but it doesn't make me love the other less.
I desire them both,
their lips warm and soft against mine.
I wish I'd stop convincing myself
that these fantasies are wrong.
but they are.
"age is just a number"
but it's more than a number,
if it's a barricade
from your own heart.
YOU ARE READING
personal poetry.. read if you want (:
Randomi honestly pour my whole heart into my dumbass poetry. if you didn't catch on, I'm literally head over heels for two people older than me. it's quite sad, really. I'm not sure how to love people my own age.
