He puts his arm around my shoulders,
My stomach flutters, feeling sixteen,
I keep the whisper locked inside my heart,
So people won’t steal him from me,
As they’re wont to do.
Yet my emotional needs aren’t as important,
I’m not looking for everlasting love,
We’re living in Salem and the fire burns hot,
Everyone’s ready to sin in the nighttime,
The sun hides our secrets, consequences forgotten,
We live in the nighttime where innocence goes to die.
So I don’t know what I want,
And I don’t know what I need,
All I know is what my heart tells me,
But I never learned how to trust it.
© Richela Rosales Maroto 2018