All these years later
and I still feel like a little girl,
hiding in a copse of trees
while I’m kissing my boyfriend,
like it’s something not okay.
Meanwhile, he convinces himself
that it is okay – or he doesn’t,
in which case no matter what happens,
if he stays or if he goes,
I’m still going to be
hiding in the leaves
waiting
for the right person
to find me.
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