M. Aline

I want to write you Italian poetry

Watch as you flip through the pages

Of my thoughts and feelings

As if you were the main character

Of every poem written

Truth is,

You would be

If I wrote Italian poetry

Or any poetry in a different language

I want you to have to translate

To understand every little detail

And the cause for my sudden distancing

After all,

You’ve become the main character

Of every book I read recently

I should learn Italian

As a means of concealer

For the raging love growing inside of me

That I wish had been fleeting

But instead,

Give me anxiety