Ebony McMillan | Love is Lonely Free Poems
Before Old
Tryna Fake it
till I make it
standing here to make a show
to define you
and to study
just as far as you can go
do you seize me
how I like it
I’m so difficult
to read
like some paper
or a booklet
or a napkin
with a theme
here I’m standing
staring at you
Sexual Attention
he’s my drug
and im addicted
it seems unreal
it seems conflicted
the way that he touches
it seems so real
and how his attentions
to stumble and seal
he tells me things
i wanna hear
it doesn’t mean nothing
and that’s what i fear
the way that he kisses