Love
Tell me
What do you know about it
I doubt it
Sounds made up
Calm down
Don’t need to be so loud
Your words are crowded
I can’t tell them apart
Was that your heart
That shouted
Infatuation
Tell me
What do you know about it
I doubt it
I feel alive
When I’m not without it
No need
For it to be returned with
The same voice
Depth
Poise
The world doesn’t have to be jealous
Or patronize while saying
“DOZE GOIZZZE…
…Are so good together”
To you
It should be all noise
It’s what they never explained
When you were girls
Boys have to become men
To provide you with those joys
Sounds familiar
But obligation
History
Good enough
Don’t have the same eyes
To see health in the pain
They’re just a good pairing
Where you always get earrings
On anniversaries
Birthdays
Commemorating
When cupid was a yearling
But there’s no yearning
For you
There’s no taring
When you’re separated
From his stride
His presence
His bearing
Excited at the knowledge he possesses
And the way society says, “How dare him.”
Inspiring you to write letters
Dear him
Explain the fire you feel
When you’re near him
And you whisper sweet nothings
Even when you’re out of his hearing
That first time you climaxed
You were tearing
Tell me
What do you know about it
Could you tell the difference
I doubt it