14 Years Of Sexual Frustration

It was a slice of onion
curled in the rain
that reminded me of
the glow worm

and eleven years of
that thing called a crush,
mood swings, chocolate,
drifting into the netherworld,
outbursts, jaw pain,
happier than happy
or sexual frustration.

I was fourteen then
I'm doing math now

for a green card
and another year and a half,
this time with more sex.

these two poisons

these two poisons
would be sad if they lost it
and they lost it

each other
they fucking lost it
before and after

these two poisons
were people
inside

these two poisons
learnt a lot about
communication
they learnt a lot about
lack of control

they thought they needed
an increased smoking habit
pills, wine

they thought they needed
each other
and they fucking did
honesty was a policy
they followed relentlessly
slay

these poisons
held hands
these two nearly killed
each other
these two poisons
just fucked up