As long as I write
I will breathe

I woke up loving,

Loving a loud prankster,

Generally skilled conversationalist

And then, I fell in love with the artist.

I woke up in a dream,

Lost within his poems

About a woman with class,

Wise spirits, red wine,

And beauty in the observers eyes.

I woke up thrilled,

Rushing to lips that were not mine,

Kissing until the garments of shame

Ended up beneath our last piece of pride.

I woke up frightened

For my very life,

Because how could ever fall in love

The person who’s been loving

The same prankster

Her whole life?

M.Miljana