I want to wash my hands to rid of your germs, but they stick like honey to my palms | Loved and Lost
By abi's pov
The "boy next door"
-God, you're such a cliche
with your fluffy white cat in your windowsill,
& your chaotic dancing in the mirror,
& the succulents in your flower box,
& that white streak in your hair.
You got this smile that spreads by contact,
A laugh that rocks the room like reckless coughs.
Why isn't avoiding you easy?
Why do your texts makes me sick and queasy?
I wish I could quarantine my heart from your grip,
I wish there was a mask against the temptation of your lips,
But they're sold out in every store.
I wish you wouldn't call me when I'm bored,
Wish I could disinfect your name from my brain.
I wish a lot of things these days,
but none scare me as much as you.
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I've never been a huge poetry girl, but then I found abi's pov. Her work is so amazing! Her poem "I want to wash my hands to rid of your germs, but they stick like honey to my palms" inspired my story "The Boy Next Door"
I'd been a fan of her Loved and Lost collection, and then I see "I want to wash my hands to rid of your germs, but they stick like honey to my palms" I read it and instantly fall in love with the words. They're perfectly written to combine love and today's COVID-19 crisis.
My favorite verse is definitely "God, you're such a cliche" I strongly suggest you go and check it out.
