I always

Stop and
Think
Unwisely about
Males and their
Beautiful
Little
Embraces

All over my words, feeling like I
Blame
Others for
Reprimanding
Everyday

You with incessant, mindless questioning
I don’t know what to discourse
I do know I want to

Kindly sit
In
Silence and
Solitude

Until my lips turn red, my eyes blur, and my breathing
Consoles me,
Always
Through the
Cadences of your
Hollowness,
Emptiness,
Shallowness.