Do you mind if I use you for inspiration? Could I look at your lips and borrow the words that drip, slowly and coldly?
Could I use the feel of your arms to really let them know what it’s like to feel lonely?
Could you graze my cheek with the stubble on your jaw so I can be reminded how quick my blood use to rush before?
Before you left.
Before I failed your only test.
A test that told me slowly and coldly, I would never be enough for you. A test that told me how it feels to be lonely.
The test that made my blood rush, my lips hush and my heart lust.
Could I use you for inspiration in hope that one day, to someone-
I might just be enough?