Gia Raquel

Oh, creature of habit

I spend my mornings wondering

Who reached in and paused your curiosity

When I first saw you,

I took in your cheekbones

Sharp, almost harsh

Like the subway seats we’ve sat on

Listening to songs that probably have no more meaning

Than the background noises

Drowning out my headache

I have forgotten how confusing humans are

For I have been so

Falsely sure of myself

Where I can’t seem to understand why I won’t kiss you

Why it seems to physically ache

To only hold you in my mind

And can’t truly grasp your hands

When your door is right there

Why it makes my chest constrict

And it is suddenly hard to breathe

When I am merely entertaining the idea of even admitting to you some sort honesty of any of this