I don’t want to want you this much
Maybe that’s why i picked all those other men
So it wouldn’t be so bad to be away from them
So I wouldn’t feel like I’d lost a limb when they were gone
So this joy rising in my chest like music from heart to tear ducts
Like milk to the breast
Like blossoms to the sky
Won’t crash and die
in the hollow
of my belly



are so much easier
than explaining
they hurt less,
make more sense,
express themselves
without effort
and become
an addiction.

– LB


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