Cycle

I can always tell by my poetry

How long it takes for us to run our cycle

That happy shit with smiles and giggles

Sighs and cries

Texting with heart eyes

When they start to subside

When you stop greeting me first thing

When you stop greeting me altogether

The poetry that feels so good to create when I’m in love

Twists to prose that makes my loneliness feel somehow desirable

The haikus that describe the double-edged sword of loving your Muse

Five, seven, five

I count the syllables with my fingers

I free fall towards you with my chest bared

Enthusiastically vulnerable to the pain and pleasure you dole out

Always unbalanced

Unrequited

Still fiercely desired

Inspired when I feel your energy

Ignited when you deny it

It’s our song and dance

Always on repeat

I just wish you liked playing the part where you love me

Longer than when you don’t