When wearing white becomes a crime

I’ve missed out on pub table conversations the shocked laughter and gasps The feeling of validation that they seem to get from confessing and every time I feel ashamed and childish you stare back at me. Hurt. How they hark at what they deem to be your innocence Shake their heads in disbelief As if wearing white was a modern day crime past the age of eighteen. I lay at night, silk sheets holding one body being watched by you < > you say < > But how I long to be held Soft lips marking their territory on my neck Patterns that look like battle scars Souvenirs that confirm my maturity But what’s to happen one December night when your leash finally falls apart? Me and another left alone in the purple palace my childhood etched far away into the stars What do I say when they ask to see my Kingdom? All the possessions I haven’t taken Will they take pity on my poverty? Lead the path away from home? Or will they leave and you return as before reminding me that I am not deserving at least not yet I must remember the clock has no ultimatum there’s no shame in not letting go but that won’t stop me from feeling eternally alone.