"we are not easy, convenient
simple with ourselves
or with the lovers we have had.
we have grown up with anger
tucked under our sleeves.
we were always told
to shift the masks a little,
make them fit us better until
our faces start to grow into them.
we have been told to be gentle,
to use words which look soft
when they come out of our mouths.
we have been treated like deserts
and loved like buildings on fire, but
we were always a storm wrapped
around the hull of a sinking ship,
something no flames could touch.
we are learning to be undone,
to wipe off our fingerprints
when we leave each other’s rooms.
if we were uncomplicated
we wouldn’t be ourselves."