I’ve put you in a box.
Labelled you
And have sectioned off
A part of myself
Where I’ll let you live.
I’m not a fool
Especially when the past
Has already dictated it-

Long nights of dancing
And too much alcohol-
And too much awake
The next day-

No one calls until darkness
And my honesty
Being found quite undignified.

I enjoyed the rush
The emptiness in your touch
And the headache in the morning.
Knowing full well
We never connected
Even though one flesh
Just devoured the other.

Strange, it is now
Conversations and carefully placed words-
I can lean into you and find comfort.
And find myself
Smiling. Wanting classifications to be wrong,
But knowing that they’re right.
And there’s not a black line big enough
To erase the history
That will keep repeating us.