25/08/2026
incuriosity
Men are not curious about me.
They sit across from me,
staring. If they’re bold,
they might
comment on my
appearance.
You’re so beautiful, the words
slither out as if
on forked tongues.
They expect these words to
move me.
I am not moved.
I am not moved, because
I am not seen.
Which is oxymoronic, since
they are in fact seeing me.
And commenting on it.
But it is not, in fact,
the way I want to be seen, nor
the way I want to be loved.
I ask them a million questions,
about their thoughts,
hopes,
dreams,
fears, and
aspirations.
But these questions
turn out to be
all in vain, for I
am not asked
in return.
Almost as if
my hopes,
dreams,
fears, and
aspirations
are a cheaper currency,
not worth trifling with.
- Emmanuella Hristova
what's the worst date convo you've ever had? leave your most unhinged answers below, I wanna hear. 🥀 send this to a woman who'd relate. Xx
poem from my upcoming poetry book about love, longing, heartbreak, and the things that hold women back 💔