i've realized a few key things.
when my hand reaches to write
in solitude
all i think about is how you feel
would your eyes gloss over my words
for you
or would your lips tug into a smile
knowing i'm still obsessed with the way you move
the movement of your eyes and the
light feathered eyebrows that call
upon kisses
would you maybe like to be in my shoes
and see yourself the way that i see you.
when the tables turned in your tower moment and
you reached out to me instead of the other way around
you might've realized who
and what you lost
or maybe you didn't blink the tears away like i did
so what i realized is that i don't need you.
i don't need you because i see the way my
eyelashes blink
and i can sense the kisses i can give
the ones that fill men and women alike
with desire for more
the way my fingers move so delicately
they mesmerize whoever i'm with
and the tiny bit of belly fat that moves graciously
with me on the command of my hips so
i don't need you to
love me when i already
do more than enough by myself.
