I tell myself.

That it’s mostly illusion.
It’s the hormones.
Nothing else much of importance.

I don’t grasp the meaning of those words
Nor the quiet murmuring of those phrases.

Yet it lies there.

Fresh.
Red.
Pulsating.

I did not tag the post.
Cause I didn’t want any of you judging them.
It is unimportant to you
but it is, to me.