i pretend i’m across the room — it’s too ugly to be human
standing tall, exposed
and just maybe if i stay far enough she won’t see all the parts in me that make me uncomfortable
we are a mess, a myriad of bad thoughts, vanities and mosaics of unlived memories
her magic mushroom high subsides and i don’t need to keep up with her philosophical theories anymore
all i can see is her belly, belly
soft and cream
white
the most perfectly shaped belly button i have ever seen
it almost compels me to lay my head on it and confess my entire soul to her, all my
filth and shame
i get confused and don't say a word but i let her caress me
like she likes to do as if to give her a little borrowed power to carry — regardless, we won't stay too long
the universe — hurtling at meteoric speed collapsing
she doesn't want anything but to be with me
how do i tell her i can’t do anything except think of my
selfish non-endurance
she wonders if i can hear her loving me while i ask her what she wants
as if i could ever deliver that
i am too sane and bitter for love, our past is haunting me and i refuse to pour more hurt into her
but i probably will do it anyway
About the Creator
Ella Valentine
A poet and screenwriter based between NYC, LA and London. I'd love to connect with fellow creatives - feel free to reach out to me!
Twitter: @_EllaValentine
Instagram: ella.vn
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