How am I dry When years of anticipation are melting like a glacier? All I’ve ever wanted Is standing at the end of my bed With his cold hands pulling apart my thighs So why am I fighting so hard To get out of my head? When he looked into my eyes I saw guilt staring back at me. When he kissed my lips, He hated that they tasted unmistakably mine And not of his lovers. Our timings never been “okay”, I should have taken that as a sign To keep this a fantasy.
All at once My ancestors, My gut, My dreams, My intuition, My health, And everything in between my ears Were screaming at me to leave. I fell ill for the entirety of our relationship, I should have taken that as a sign sooner.