why I was scared to date girls in high school

[dreamforjillian]

A paper poem
scrawled on a paper plane
She's kissing me, she's
doubting herself, she's
telling me I was just an experiment.
A quiet cry, she muffled
any intention of making love.
A crumpled note
a paper poem, tossed aside
like an ex-lover, but no, she won't
call me that, she won't
call me, and she stopped
looking for me in the halls
long ago.

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[minorwhite]

hi -
posted you 2
in my journal.
enjoy.

[minorwhite]

i told you to stop
crying. but, you said,
love's an experiment
that my muff can't
quiet. so, make it
look at long ago
when all we had
were paper poems
to rimind us to doubt.

[minorwhite]

There are times when I wake up
as an ex-lover who doesn't care

girls call him an experiment, a
doubts that sounds like poems

in distress. He tells me to plan
a quiet life that renders gender

useless. Get high, put God's love
back in my genitals until paper

scribbles learn to reform Holy
Ghosts that sound like thick limbs

making water stay to guard
our future orgasm's sexrets.

[dreamforjillian]

I like the opening, thinking of how it feels to be an ex-lover.
But I especially like how when I read this it builds up speed towards the ending and the holy ghosts and "sexrets." Yep.