I guess I lied.
I do have poetry written.
But all of it’s a little too personal
To even share
With you.
Maybe in a few years
After you find someone better,
Much better than me
And have totally moved on,
Then I could share it with the world.
But for now,
I’m hiding it.
I don’t wanna get kink-shamed or kink-samed
I just want you to know
That it’s there
Either I’ll share it when I’m comfortable
Or you’ll ask for it
In a certain way
Making it impossible
For me to say
No.