ONCE

Once ago

I heard from some guy

“You’d die for me, babe”

And that 

For some reason

Has never left my mind.

And the weirdest thing is because

I feel more closeted now

When I remember those words.

Even though I can’t remember his face.

That’s been growing within me lately.

Feels like he bite me that day

With venom:

his the bitterness is spreading through 

My no so young body 

Anymore

I feel bitter 

I feel lonely 

I feel old

He was just a teenager 

And I was too.

I would never die for him

(that’s true).

But it feels like I would...

and that is sad