I refuse
to write about love
or knots in my throat
pains in my stomach
tears in my eyes
shortness of breath
heavy heart

spaced out thoughts

the world in slow motion
replaying moments
reassesing caresses
reaffirming statements


actions versus words

reanalyzing body
-in spaces

tongue tracing  thighs
kisses across the chest
cheek across cheek

fingers

interlaced
between lips
around neck

smiles
longing
distance
denial
calculations
desires
words
persistence

reassurances
doubts
...

it just wasn’t enough

so I refuse
to write about
    love

because I haven’t been in love
in a long time

and it is probably for the best
that this time around
he didn't let me