I over-think everything and analyze every little detail that doesn’t matter,
because I always get head over heels too quickly,
but for the first time in my life,
I’m doing it to two people at the same time,
and my heart and head want to explode.
And my ovaries.
My nostrils cling to your scent
that lingers on my sheets.
I breathe you in and hold the air
against my chest; I can feel
you behind me:
Your dick is hard and the music
I grasp for little images through
a candlelit fog
to touch, see, remember,
Up all night on Adderall, being sad and thinking about you.
You don’t really realize how fucked up you are until you find someone good.