WHEN I TELL YOU ❋ TayMarie Lorenzo

when i tell you
it wasn’t what you said
it was the way you said it,
you tell me
either way
there is no room for me
in your space
no room for me
even between
the crack of the bed
and the wall
where i’d gather dust
and choke on
your skin your hair
the dead parts of you
i tell you
i would be comfortable
down there
choking on any part of you
and i wonder why
i always made room
between my legs for you
and wonder why you
won’t come over to play
even when I have
already devoted
my summer body
to be your playground
so you could feel
like a kid again