Poem by Halle Preneta — 5/11/23
Every time you see her little picture on the wall, you smile to yourself, think about how much you so desperately want to shove her up against the edge of this table and kiss her until neither of you can breathe. But you know you can’t do that.
Unfortunately, the longer your desire festers, the bigger it gets and the bigger it gets, the harder it is to shove urges like that down instead of acting on them like you so desperately want to do. You want to hold her hand, rub your thumb over her skin. Look into her glittering eyes all day. Play with her long brown hair, one of your many favorite things you have about her.
You know it’s wrong. It’s so so wrong. But you don’t care. It’s not like she’s gonna find out or anything, right? It’s not like you’re gonna slip up and act on one of your urges, right?
It’s not like you’re going to kiss her, right?!
