You call me lover
for the first time
and I sigh,
You think that's charming
that my pupils are roses
Blooming with equal affection.
I push you then,
And you think I am coy,
Shy by the strength of your feeling.
I take a breath,
and taste the rejection
pooling in my mouth.
I want to tell you,
that I don't love you.
That you don't love me.
That we don't love each other,
or ourselves,
That there are empty spaces.
Holes within ourselves,
Caverns deep inside of me,
That I can't even begin to understand.
I want you to say that I am stranger,
Just another lost girl in your bed,
That I don't even know my own name.
But you would just call me,
"your rambling lover"
and so I close my mouth.
And kiss you.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
You call me lover
for the first time
and I sigh,
You think that's charming
that my pupils are roses
Blooming with equal affection.
I push you then,
And you think I am coy,
Shy by the strength of your feeling.
I take a breath,
and taste the rejection
pooling in my mouth.
I want to tell you,
that I don't love you.
That you don't love me.
That we don't love each other,
or ourselves,
That there are empty spaces.
Holes within ourselves,
Caverns deep inside of me,
That I can't even begin to understand.
I want you to say that I am stranger,
Just another lost girl in your bed,
That I don't even know my own name.
But you would just call me,
"your rambling lover"
and so I close my mouth.
And kiss you.