Lurve
The wool so soft and worn
The colours all faded
But glimpses of green
Tan
Red and blue
All show through
The rips in it are large
But it doesn’t make it
Any less warm
The sleeves slightly
Too big for me
Overlapping my hands
The neck is baggy
Leaving my collarbone exposed
The striped go horizontally
Across my chest
I can feel the voices
Speak through it
Years of history
Woven with the wool
I feel the cold breeze
Coming through a window
But this
My sweater
Protects me from harm
Probably because
You gave it to me.
I hope someday someone like you
Will take me out for hot chocolate
No I don’t want to go to a party
Or a movie, where you’ll drape your arm around me
As if I’m just another empty seat
I want you to genuinely want to spend time with me
Have a normal conversation with me
It doesn’t have to be over hot chocolate
I’m open to other hot beverages
Tea or coffee will do
Why must you think wolf whistling
Kissing me just to kiss me
Meaningless dates
Is how you’ll win me over?
And then complaining about me afterwards
I don’t comprehend
If you want to win my heart
Truly win me with all my flaws
And quirks
That I know you love
Even though I hate,
Hot chocolate is the way to go.
He brought me 76 roses
One for each sunrise we’ve seen
The snow falling
Not in unique patterns
But awkward clumps
But I like them that way
They seem more real
And with him
I hoped everything was real
He brought me to an art gallery
Where we carefully took notes
And then shared our thoughts
On this painting and that
Joking at our intellectuality
And he bought me a poster
Of Dali’s Persistence of Memory
And an ebony frame
Which he helped me put up
Onto my wall
Above my bed
So I could see it each day
As the flowers bloomed
Outside
In August was the beach
Where we held hands
Perfectly sculpted for one another
And watched waves roll by
Not a word exchanged
No need for it
Our scents mixing
Into the smell I now call
Love
He took me on a picnic
In the middle of October
We sat under the stars
While the trees carefully
Cried tears of leaves
On us
Entwining us
Bonding us into one
Winter came once more
Lights dangling on front doors
And that night
He took me to a café
And we sat until 2am
Reading our novels
Though it was hard to concentrate
So instead we ordered
Cappuccinos
And talked the night away
About nothing and everything
While snow fell
Not in unique patterns
But awkward clumps
But I like them that way
They seem more real
And with him
I hoped everything was real
A picture here
A memory there
All that’s left
Of you my dear
You’ve gone away
So far out there
I can’t see where you’ve gone
And you’ve hurt me
beyond repair
Is it even real?
You, my dear
You’ve left me with
Nothing concrete
I sit here now
Wondering
How you left
And who you’ll be
I miss you, love
Gone so long
He’s plucked you up
From heaven above
And set you down
So far from me
I miss you now
I miss you dear
Come home, my love
I want you here
To hold me tight
Whisper in my ear
“I love you”s
And “I missed you”s
It’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear
But you don’t need me
You’ve gone to her
Her perfume I can smell
It smells too good
Your cologne must mix
So nicely with hers
The smell of love
But to me, of hurt
I wish I could change
I wish you could too
Though that it so much to ask
You’re perfect, dear
You need nothing else
But the one thing I would change
Is that you love me
instead of her
The rosy pink colour
so soft, what a hue
so smooth
the little wrinkles
imperfections
that appear and disappear
when he smiles
or talks
the sounds that flow through
a circle of perfection
so musical and sweet
pitched slightly too high
the way he abruptly leaves
a midst his words
makes me so curious
yearning for the ending
of his words
placed between his nose
a button centimeters above
upturned slightly
and his chin
pointing downward
where his eyes stray often
when the beautiful sounds he makes
escape his thoughts
buried behind blood and bones
but his lips
how I wish they could
would
melt into mine
day and night
dreams no longer restricted by morning
virgin lips
ask for nothing more
than the others
her red hair
a waterfall of
perfectly curled
locks
tangled within
each other
yet falling in
the smoothest
cascade
the red explodes
with fiery passion
contrasting the
white she be
wearing
patches of ivory
all different
materials
differences
that unite
to a whole
white gloves
shape her small
child-sized
hands
and white boots
with buttons
all over
fit over
her tiny feet
he falls for her
the second their
eyes meet
and years are
spent yearning
for her
worshiping
a single
ivory glove
(The Night Circus)
Words gargle
over
her teeth
like water
over
smooth stones:
drooling out her adjectives
and tongue kissing her constants
(it all goes to hell
in the back of her throat.)
Saying something sexy
with a cigarette flick
and a hip swish,
her femininity must be
fought from her.
So I watch as he carves
(craves)
a waist for her
with his fingers--
a third eye
dangling
from his lips.
The fever took her - quietly, suddenly.
One moment she was lying still,
the next her blood had been boiled and her hair was burning
so that there was a constant glow about her face.
In moments like these,
where her body and her brain were two separate entities,
she could think only of the way her skin joined
in perfect harmony
behind her ears.
Stuck once again,
I can't help but stare.
You send shivers down my spine,
like a cold october wind.
Every time we hold hands,
I still get cliche butterflies,
and every time you kiss my cheek,
you steal my breath all over again.
Do you see the way you change me?
When you're driving in the car.
Singing to your least favorite song,
just because I love it, and turned it on.
You say I give you a look,
that turns you inside out.
But baby, everything about you,
makes me want you right.now.
I know that we are young,
and vulnerable like sprouting buds,
but I don't think that it's wrong,
to believe that we're in love.
Dedicated to Sean Rogers.
Sing to me.
Even if your voice is raspy,
And you can not sing,
Love me enough to sing to me,
In the dark,
As you take my hand,
And lead me into your arms.
Sing to me your favorite song,
Or of the fears that plagued you when you were young.
I will memorize the melody,
As I listen to the vibrations,
That your vocal chords conjure up,
As I lean my head against your chest.
Let your insecurities lay at my feet,
And sing to me.
And if you can’t bring yourself to do so,
I’m willing to listen to you hum.
