For the first time

I allowed myself

to be lovestoned.

It only took 35 years.

We’ll unpack that later…

It wasn’t love

but could have been?

Whiskey poisoned it.

Cheap beer.

A romcom meet-cute.

Hope.

He laid it on thick

how I like butter on toast

Sliced through my four walls

Spread me soft.

And to think

all this time

fear of being too much

kept me from feeling high.