Paste You

Boys I
Tape their mouths and
Cover their I eyes
I plaster them with glue and
Paste you
On their erected bodies, writhing and
Waiting to be one of a chosen few
Plucked out of the crowd
Escorted down the aisle
Waiting and willing to be featured in front of
The hot stage lights

Loving me
Isn’t as easy nor beautiful
Loving me is
Loving him too
You don’t need to know his name
To see the way he branded my body
To feel his impressions all over my skin
You don’t need to know our history
To be affected by his hauntings
See him scurrying across my eyes
If you already know me
You know him well enough

The boys who
Don’t mind wearing costumes
Pretending to be you
Are unfulfilling, like $3 gas prices
On a middle class budget
The boys who
Can’t wait to hibernate inside of my darkened dens
Are easily clubbed and emotionally assaulted
They awaken bruised and uncertain each morning
The boys who
Crusade after the holy grail of my heart
Don’t know that I am equal and opposite at hiding the truth

I can’t paste
Enough you faces
On enough boys
To come up with a fingernail’s length
Of passion that we used to share
But I tug hard for a hint of that rekindleness
If not the real thing
A facsimile will do