To The Girls Who’ve Been Taught To Fear Love All Their Lives
imagine how dry your throat will become when you say their name out loud, it will feel like your mouth getting acquainted with a new language.
there’s a word called déjà vu,
which is the feeling when you
feel something that is
happening, has already
happened before
but imagine having a feeling
that something will happen
knowing the inevitability of
kissing someone who hides
butterflies under his tongue
and later, you feel a fluttering
in the pit of your stomach too
imagine knowing how weak
your knees will feel when he
cries in your arms for the first
time, when he’ll be disarmingly
honest, when he’ll tell you, in
your smile he finds reassurance
in the warmth of your palm and
the scent of spices you crush to
mix in your morning tea, he finds
respite,
imagine how dry
your throat will become when
you say their name out loud, it
will feel like your mouth getting
acquainted with a new language
imagine holding all of this certainty
in your heart, yet being afraid to fall
in love, because the world has taught
you to fear what gives you pleasure,
shrink away from the light towards
which you’re supposed to grow.