1 / Thirsty
I don't much like thinking about love.
It seemed to me like
some kind of wild,
unnecessary emotion.
Maybe because my parents never had it.
Touches and greets but it's all fake
like smoke.
Maybe because all my friends shunned it.
Kisses and secrets, ew,
who needs that?
We're all kids!
No, we aren't. Maybe
because I have never experienced it.
A mother's peck, a father's pat, a brother's hug....
Not that.
What I need,
the kind that makes your stomach coil,
your heart stop;
makes your eyes squeeze shut as you feel their presence
hot as the sunlight
burning
on your lips;
that's what I need.
Let me be real.
It's hard to dream, to yearn
in a world where people don't value it.
Tinder? My friend is swiping—
I don't understand hookup culture.
I guess I am just thirsty
for something real, something harsh
that would snatch me up and swallow me whole
before spitting me out
and cuddling me afterwards.
♥︎
i just wanted to start a new poetry book on the topic of adolescent lust i suppose. and no, not really in the horny-horny way? but more like an intellectual discussion over poems in order to come to terms with these desires and feelings.
that's all :) enjoy
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