YOLITBO

A younger me begging to have loved you

A younger me on your pedestal

Now I am Medusa, what you avert your eyes and heart from

How can I brace myself from what I project to be your solemn disdain due to the wounds of my lashing tongue?

Reminded of my mothers sharp words

Cut into each other like tally marks, might this count?

Our hearts seen

Washed with the tears from another’s eyes

For what of love is insignificant!

Heart moving in rhythm

How can we stay still?

Did you too have a beautiful dream of just us, of our hearts begging to dance with one another?

Trap yourself into a corner having the illusion on truth there when love was on the field

You only live in this body once