23

I just want to be 23
It’s the age of madness
You’re not 21, too new for the “20” coterie
You’re not 24, too close to the mid twenties
You’re 23
You’re in between
You’re a burning fire
On a cold-dark game
I just want to be 23
and be ferocious again
write sonnets to my ex-lovers
and be the crazy lover for the one who just came
I just want to be 23
beguiling people with my charm
and as much as you may beg
I won’t show the scar on my forearm
For I have been carrying my heart on my sleeves
You may take it if you need
but give it back before you leave. . .

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