I’m afraid to let you in
without a contract binding agreement
I want you to stop moving my furniture
I know that makes me afraid of change
just like the abusers you used to date
I’m afraid to let you go
without a dinner party explanation
but still I had to buy so much furniture
when you left suddenly, you shower cried
that playlist made me see
I can’t be here anymore
I’m afraid to be a man
without an orgasm before another orgasm
but still I love to buy antique furniture
my matriarchs duct-taped my boyhood to my leg
my preacher destroyed a family for another one
my first kiss was a boy in a batman costume
my last relationship was more math than magic
enough about me though