Lovesick

I have found something inside me
that contains our memories, love and
free-given pleasures. In there, I can
re-live our terribly beautiful moments

and smile. But then I realise I miss
you and I start to cry – from little-kid
baby tears to an infant’s night-terror
screams. I dig nails into my skin

as I remember how you’d bite my
bottom lip when you wanted me to
kiss you deeper. My soul is black-
ened with how you whispered such

a rotten and yet irresistibly gorgeous
phrase – I love you. I love you, Lyssie.
It was like a delicate chocolate, richly
dark and sexy, and I kissed you every

time you said those damn words.
I know now, after you sent me away
so coldly, that you did not mean a word.
You lied to me as I stared at you

so willingly. And all I am now is a
broken-hearted girl, full of sad
memories and tragedy eyes as
people tell me – Why aren’t you

over it already? She was just a
girl. And their eyes spoke even
more…(It’s not like two girls
can have love like we can.)