The second time I hung out with my now boyfriend,
I swear I coated on 7 layers of chap stick.
I told myself the night before to hurry up and wait,
let the anticipation and excitement grow, and take it slow.
But guess what I did,

I kissed him... right on the lips... or chin, maybe.
I rushed at his face at 100 miles per hour,
and I'm surprised he didn't dodge or even *** when he saw.
Yet instead he said he melted into a puddle on the floor,
while at the time I had hummingbirds drag racing in my stomach.

He also claimed his plans were ruined,
that I initiated his going-to-be action first.
With that I suddenly mocked, “yeah well, don't worry, you'll be finishing first anyway”.
And as his face slowly morphed into a tomato,
I realized how the best things in life are usually impulsive,
and how hurry up and wait usually means,
hurry up and delay.

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

With my womanly looks,
I shall ****.
These child bearing hips always
fuel a thrill.


My blood stained lips and
gunmetal eyes will surely
make a man's ego
plummet,

go downhill.


I am a lover, but no,
I do not transform for you.


Do not complain about the ink on my face,
for I am my own writer,
so please give me my space.

Learn to love me coated or not
because I live for me, but also your embrace.

The tickle you bring to my heartstrings
reverberates to my complexion
leaving a laughing, parted smile.

The warmth you bring to my core
rises to my touch
leaving a reassuring print on your thigh.

The gaze you lock upon mine
makes it hard to part away.

You could bring me riches,
and I could bring you gold.
But nothing can compare
to the wanting of us growing old
together with the same print on
your thigh and my permanent
laughing smile.

Prior to 18 years,
I didn't know what home meant
until I shuddered at the thought of leaving my family
and dependency became a luxury.

Prior to poetry,
I didn't know what exhale meant
until I inhaled the negative to ink my pen
and felt my chest sink in to create a healthy mechanism on paper.

Prior to love,
I didn't know what unconditional meant
until a wholesome you became visible
and yet, still fully wonderful.

Prior to death,
I didn't know what getting taken care of meant
until you were taken by disease
and taken away from the soil.

You put up with me,
day by day.
Yet you enjoy it,
you always say.

I can't wrap my head around you,
I no longer want to decay.

You're so good to me,
so I pray and pray
for you to stay around,
day by day.