ode of the hopeless romantic
i want to be loved without
asking for it.
i have been starving for the taste
since i was born. my parents made my body
a black hole—
always reaching. never close.
i look at the stars & ache for them. want to pull them from the sky & swallow them whole.
i was not raised for wanting.
it frightens me, my desire. it is bigger than any room.
i may have grown into violence, but i can
become a revelation with my lips on another girl’s mouth.
watch her sleep & let myself dream of a love that feels like a heavenly body.
a love that goes straight through me, like a beam of light.