To my internet (ex)boyfriend
Sweet doubting thing,
I remember you saying
how you picture us meeting in person,
at a bar, and how fun that would be.
I recalled typing "haha" when I want to say so much more,
and now we don't talk anymore.
I should've said "Come a little closer,
there's a certain radiance in your lips
and I like the way it burns." but I didn't. I am sorry.
You'll never guess how often I daydream
feeling your teeth on my skin,
my shoulder in your mouth.
You have to know that you are not
just a college experiment,
or a midnight hypothesis,
or a mouth-to-mouth way to make the world jealous,
but you are not love.
Sorry that I merely yearn for beauty.
I simply want to steal new pears
and rub my teeth against your milk-flesh.
I am loop-stitched with craving
and you are not to blame.
I am not a selfish girl,
but I have a soft mouth
and I want to taste it all.