stop pressing on the bruise, girl
but you like it, don't you?
rolling in self-pity
because you like to anyway
only now you have a flesh and blood reason to
gnaw and writhe for
other than your rank narcissism
inflate
exaggerate
the drops of mercy come your way
because you like to play your life is more
than pining for a half-formed ghost
and giving romantic explanations to platonic interactions
your truth
is lovelier than the truth
but you don't want to own that yet, do you?
-3/28/2020
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Romansalove, sex, vulnerability, and truth. chapter two of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
