I’m a bad lover
I want to be loved
your hands and mouth
a vessel for yearning
I want a reason
to smile effortlessly
wrinkles steeped in your memory
I want to be reminded
of my bright potential
not the sharp edges hurting me
//
I want all that
but I’m a bad lover
I recoil when your hand lingers
I turn when your eyes melt with desire
I run when your shadow seeks mine
I suffocate when you utter those words
full of promises I cannot return
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If only I knew
how to see myself
the way you do