More lonely than I really want to be
I find your name written on the back of
my hand where I used to write the names of
boys that I loved and wanted near me,
the letters thick & slick with Sharpie ink
scrawled and awkward on my thin hand skin.
Of all the girls in class you wouldn’t think
I’d be the one to like boys so much and sin,
to be full of want for their attention,
but I was. It wasn’t due to a lack
of love at home. I had sisters, a million
cousins, a Mom I loved who loved me back.
Even then it was you that I craved,
your name on my hand, in my heart engraved.
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