sleeping with boys with fingers that burn
words that escape and then vanish
saying everything in nothing by casual
sighs opening and closing
opening and closing
mouths and thighs
and this is to all of the goodbyes
i've ever dealt before.
loved before.
don't make me lose you again.
my lovely dancing shadows
puppets of sorts and i could
always pull your strings just
the right way.
left a trail of scattered remains behind
torn limbs, lips
my bread crumb trail
and he
just
won't
follow.
hollow . now.
and so defeated. weeping for angels
for tasteless boys to sprout wings
and take me further than their
tongues allow.
this is holy God this is.
they have felt
not a little girl anymore they know
they have felt.
i am still waiting to.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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