I let him touch me
trace the curve of my spine
Glide his fingertips over all my insecurities
I told myself it would be okay

Now I'm thinking
maybe from the start
I wasn't okay

It had made sense
they were
lips locked- hands searching
finding nothing but bliss

So why couldn't I find the same?

It started off slow
a flick of the light switch
a giggle past closed lips
then he tugged on my shirt
I went with the flow

Why did I ignore my inner pleas?

Side by side
I couldn't feel any closer
a tickle of breath on my neck
hands trailing
I told him to stop

Or so I thought I did
because quiet is my game
and sometimes words fail to make it past my lips

regardless
she tells me I'm not wrong to feel the way I do
but aren't I?
I can't comprehend what I want
or how I should feel

I'm a walking calamity
I just need to learn how to speak

I couldn't think of a name for this poem
just like you can't think of what to say
when you ask if I'm ok
and I respond **no

Teetering in Space
Dancing through the mire of time
We long to embrace