Dec 2023
I didn't know I was so prepared to fall in lo... Lo... Loooooo?
I really ******* like you, okay? Like, I'm awake at 4am writing this poem. Like, I wanna beg you to see the good in me. Like, I never knew that a kiss could send me into a tailspin and make me question my spot on this floating rock so thoroughly. Like, I might just lo, lo, lo....
I lust after you. How strange. You've barely touched me. How intriguing that you've unlocked the primal part of my brain, the part that screams "this one is mine" and wants to parade around the outside world with your fingers tied through my fingers. How delightful that when I picture the nights of my future, it's always with you tied around me, with you inside of me.
And I want you inside of me. Inside my brain, where sometimes it a party and sometimes it's a relaxing vacation and sometimes it's a horror movie but it's always something different. Inside my heart, which has the current Olympic gold metal for gymnastics, the way you have it doing backflips and somersaults. Inside of me, deep and stretching, pressing, fill me to the brim with all of the reasons I forgot to enjoy being alive. Words cascading from my lips, a language spoken only between souls. "I lo... Lo... Lo..."
I am terrified to fall in love again. I worry that the mere existence of you will make me crumble. That I will not be enough, again, and again and again... That disappointment is the only thing I have to offer. I am shaking, scared, vulnerable in the worst ways,
vulnerable in the best ways,
but I am unsure of my next step.
I am a patient, intelligent woman. But this game of chess is one I don't quite remember the rules to. The flutters in my stomach are enough to fly away, the short-circuiting in my brain enough to make me wary, enough to make me want to run, run, run
Run right back into your embrace, into the future I want to make, into the terrifying, through the thick of it, to the other side of time. To where I want my home.
I lo.. lo... Like you a lot, alright?
I really ******* like you, okay? Like, I'm awake at 4am writing this poem. Like, I wanna beg you to see the good in me. Like, I never knew that a kiss could send me into a tailspin and make me question my spot on this floating rock so thoroughly. Like, I might just lo, lo, lo....
I lust after you. How strange. You've barely touched me. How intriguing that you've unlocked the primal part of my brain, the part that screams "this one is mine" and wants to parade around the outside world with your fingers tied through my fingers. How delightful that when I picture the nights of my future, it's always with you tied around me, with you inside of me.
And I want you inside of me. Inside my brain, where sometimes it a party and sometimes it's a relaxing vacation and sometimes it's a horror movie but it's always something different. Inside my heart, which has the current Olympic gold metal for gymnastics, the way you have it doing backflips and somersaults. Inside of me, deep and stretching, pressing, fill me to the brim with all of the reasons I forgot to enjoy being alive. Words cascading from my lips, a language spoken only between souls. "I lo... Lo... Lo..."
I am terrified to fall in love again. I worry that the mere existence of you will make me crumble. That I will not be enough, again, and again and again... That disappointment is the only thing I have to offer. I am shaking, scared, vulnerable in the worst ways,
vulnerable in the best ways,
but I am unsure of my next step.
I am a patient, intelligent woman. But this game of chess is one I don't quite remember the rules to. The flutters in my stomach are enough to fly away, the short-circuiting in my brain enough to make me wary, enough to make me want to run, run, run
Run right back into your embrace, into the future I want to make, into the terrifying, through the thick of it, to the other side of time. To where I want my home.
I lo.. lo... Like you a lot, alright?
