while we laid on the cold floor, you cradled
my head against your chest. i heard your pulse
swaying to the tempo of the ballad
playing on the radio. my hands throbbed like
the bumblebee trapped in the room, anxious
from the dissonance of our frequencies.
i watched it race around for attention
and understood: i want to be adored
or despised, never ignored the way you
didn't notice the bug or my buzzing heart.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
while we laid on the cold floor, you cradled
my head against your chest. i heard your pulse
swaying to the tempo of the ballad
playing on the radio. my hands throbbed like
the bumblebee trapped in the room, anxious
from the dissonance of our frequencies.
i watched it race around for attention
and understood: i want to be adored
or despised, never ignored the way you
didn't notice the bug or my buzzing heart.
