"unreciprocation" poems
It cripples me - your grip uneased, your unintentional mental squeeze.
Distilling me. Entrails set free.
Half in your hand, half in my seat.
I'm questioning your thrilling me.
Adrenal fueled anxiety.
I'll stop myself.
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 1:03 PM UTC