MY LOVE DON'T COST A THING

the type of lover I had
read me out like
the map written
across my chest in
lines with words making
up all the bones in my body,
the lover would kiss the air out
of my lungs when we danced
out in the beach, by the water
he'd try to drown me with the
water when my mind makes
images it's the love he is
supposed to have of me. he'd
make my fingers work magic across
my key, and press hard and fast
as if I was a button to press with levels
to turn. I don't want to love
if he'd turn me into a soldier
instead of a lover who's
independence is all she needs