pining girls in march
“To want is to be okay with the ache of the wait” - Mouna. Be wary they say, it sneaks in like carbon monoxide poisoning By the time you reckon that something is wrong It would already be too late they say This mystical feeling, the right that would fix all wrongs This emotion that’s deadlier than anything you’ve ever known This viper I am meant to hold close to my chest and kiss with crimson lips How do I spot it in these dark seas? How can I tell if it’s there for me? If it’s coming for me? How does one recognise love when it’s shrouded in pain? How do I teach the body not to fear it? Regular love is never enough they say it’s not real love, not like the one you’ll find at the end of this poem at the end of this swipe, this coffee chat, this song, this one last talking stage, this blind date with a boy that stares too long at your cleavage This one accountant who lectures you about feminism, The one who wants your servitude Real ...