You hated my coral bracelet
Filled with the same rosé carbons
Over and over and over.
I have noticed that every time you try
To whisper a genuine
I love you,
You look down on that bracelet
Given to me by a boy who once loved me but
Whom I never loved. Were you jealous?
You hated my coral bracelet.
I made you cry when I confessed
You are only real to me
When my hands are clasped around
The brittle cheekbones your skin fails to hide.
Inside of me, inside of me,
You are inside of me. Yet once I turn away,
I forget that atoms, like mine, constitute your vivacity
Of movements, that you, like I, occupy reserved space.
I forget.
Do you love, do you love?
Do you love, love, love me?