I am paranoid
That you
Will like
Me back
You don’t want to do that
My spine is made up of orchid blooms
A skeleton thick with unwatered flowers
Discarded and no longer needy
Not asking for attention
Existing without it
But unhappy
The outer states
Like outer space
Like the glamour of inner space
The tranquility found in resilience
In you and me having coffee
The caffeine making us feel
In love
A temporary absence
Me missing you dearly
Notebook pages of the times I want to have
Tongue-tied over the phone
I want to see you lose your mind
Come on, I do it all the time
Your turn
You don’t want to do that
And you won’t
Not with me
Where you are safe
