How is it that your scared gets to be scarier than my scared?
Last time I checked,
We had an equal number of holes in our bodies to breathe love.
The sweat we made together reeked of the same insecurities.
Even the dreams we spoke so highly of, birthed from the same stories.
So, tell me then,
What is it that men like you do?
What is it that men like you eat?
A secret ingredient,
The Chinese peach of immortality perhaps?
Or is it elixir from the moon rabbit?
Did you say “Love”?
Oh look, we’re even now.