Two weeks after I saw you and we
sat by the lake with your family
I already feel like seaweed again
deep down at the ocean's bottom
never to be seen, never to be touched
not being able to remember what
being above ground feels like.

Two weeks after I kissed you
the taste of your tongue in my mouth
has been replaced with
too many shots of fruit liquor
- the cheapest one -
with somebody else.

Two weeks after you ****** me
my thighs are burning
aching for the feeling of
completeness.
I don't know if I should learn to be alone
or give in to the love
I am finally able
to feel.