| now we break for a broken love poem: in the silent movie reels, i find something somewhat familiar i absently wander around, through, in my you and then you stare at and wave to, exposing my school girl crush i cannot breathe i forget everything feigned female: with your sweet candy pants and your bobbing curls a spider weaving a web, you catch your fly and demand that he lead the way out. i cannot do this i donot want this. this one is taken, this one is married, this one loves one. this one is not for me. i am sickened, i am stricken no more man no more man no more man but yet there he is again; absence and adherence, tender and taken, moving and mocking, i shift my eyes away so i can continue loving anything else. |
| teen-age love-crush |