flowers on my skin [ poetry ]

just us

shut out the innuendo,
we're on our own

i loved you with all my muscles
and you loved me more

i couldn't stand to watch my impulses treat you like a puppet
so i made you hate me on your own

but you couldn't and now I'm stuck
between limit and freedom
still i can feel guilt
but we were young
it wouldn't have lasted forever anyway, right?