Cruel Emotions.

He's so simple. He's so thoughtless

He writes poetry late into the night and makes music from tattooed
arms when he needs to release

And he loves with such blatant purity, delicate stretches of care
from him to me
with wide eyed stares and he touches my belly
I pull away.

I can't help not
if I could, I would,
but I've tried since I was younger than
this morning's sunrise to control those
fiesty girls that dance through my head
those burning emotions, those cruel desires

You're just not one of them

But the way you take my hand when I'm afraid
and the way your eyes grow wide when I'm sad
how sometimes when it's quiet and the stars are hanging
too low in the sky you look at me and I can tell
you wish to kiss me

I get swept up in your desire and want to be
on your pedestal

I want to be loved.


But I'll never love you.