I used to be embarrassed that my room was too young for you.
The first time you spent the night you teased, you don't have a queen for me? as you kissed my neck.
It wasn't until you sucked up all my sweetness
squeezing, coaxing, wrecking
depleting my completeness,
through your teeth on my skin
that I realized you never wanted me more
than on my twin sized bed, back then.
My reckoning.
