I want to talk to you
but fear I’ll fall for you
fall back into
what I want
not really need
My wants
My needs
In mind
I keep
You
Can’t help but keep you
In the deep blue sea of my heart
In the depth of my mind
I crave you like the food of your people
Spiciness spices
I’ll be Mrs. Nice if you’ll just treat me right
I love you
Can’t have you
The eyes of my heart
My soul’s
Deictic gaze is on you
The object of my wants
Not needs
Please
Oh please
Be mine
Come back to me
I’m done plea-ing
Want to move on
To pleasing you
Spend time
Wasted
Self-hating
On love making
Flex your most important muscle
Show me some love
Show me some love
Show me some love
The etiology of heart-break
It started with love-making
It started with self-hating
Fear of not being good enough
Fear of not being yours my love
The etiology of heart-break
It started with us
Not staying us for long