Cansei de Ser Sexy

Worse Than ADD

What I would never say

But, always felt

Tapping my insides like fingers.

Rickety-lightly, prodding-slowly

Beating at my swollen insides


Distracting me.

I'm sure you heard it 

My body fumbling inappropriately.

She keeps me up at night,

Drifting out and never into sleep.

Whispers, hissings, hinting, causing a


Even if I never say a single

One four three,

I'm sure you felt multiple

One four threes,

Swaying in the space

Making that wishy-washy static when

We sit in silence.

Barely able to Concentrate.

First poem of Creative Writing. Last poem of Creative Writing.

You decide.

foto credit: Meghan