it was september and i waited
half a virgin then i met you.
i was full of you,
but you were full of yourself.
i stared at those books lining your shelves
when you took off my scarf that i no longer own.
you won’t believe how much i’ve grown.
you said i couldn’t have your soul
just your body.
i didn’t believe you at all
i was blinded by your clarity
the levels of your polarity
i was a pomegranate seed
short of infidelity.
i cried a lake of tears
still.
came back to you for years.
when this was finally done
my memories
i could not fathom
well.
the afterglow was your only tell
a former ember
a phantom
hell.
i think you would have loved me then
but i only wanted men.
