Amaranthine | ✓

xiv | morning ritual

one day
i woke up
and i saw girls
for the first time.
i saw lips, hips,
lips-on-lips
lit fires in
my veins,
standing
hip-to-hip
in a more than
friendly kind
of way.

then i stepped
outside,
rubbed the dust
from my eyes.
girls were not
made with
me in mind.

✿

alternatively titled:
'i wake up twice most days'

a/n:
okay this was a cheeky update tbh. this is a poem off my writing tumblr (@/50smystique w/o the forward slash) that i wasn't gonna upload here (i upload more poetry n stuff there if u wanna check it out #selfpromo). that is, until i saw this book ranking in poetry and wanted to keep that going as long as possible, lol. probably on the weight of my last poem? glad u liked. besides, short doesn't mean not as good. i like this one. based around the idea of 'waking up'/realising your sexuality n then waking up to 'reality' i guess.