I'm not sure if my heart is still in there somewhere
Or if maybe it's vacationing.
It would be nice to get a postcard.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 4:00 AM UTC
Tiny crimson droplets mar the fabric upon which I lay
I observe each individual fiber,
stained,
Soiled by a midnight mistake I may never be able to remove
You can only scrub so much
Until you must resort to bleaching things away.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 3:28 AM UTC
I promise not to press you between my pages,
You're beautiful because you're so alive.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
It seems like the memory of you multiplies when I finally think it's gone.
I shared the things I love with you,
The things that are pieces of who I am.
I wish I hadn't let you into so many parts of my life,
Because I haven't stopped trying to get rid of you
And you've been creeping up from tiny cracks and crevices to spite me.
It doesn't matter what I do, what I use, what I say.
You keep blooming out of nowhere.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
I've been trying to figure out how to get it back,
But I haven't seen you in months.
Have you found it sitting there?
I wonder if you threw it out along with fast food bags and stray receipts,
Or if maybe you repurposed it and hung it over your rearview instead.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
I've forgotten the way your lips taste,
And the greatest hardship of all
Is waiting for a reminder
That isn't coming.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
I thought I could swallow my fear,
But I guess you could taste it in my kiss.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
I want to feel his feather-soft fingertips grazing the curves of my body,
To reverently hold him in my arms beneath the pale moonlight,
To feel the heat of his skin on mine.
I yearn for the warm, insistent coaxing of his lips,
The sound of his whispering voice,
And the feeling of his breath tickling my ear.
I want tenderness in his beautiful eyes, his words, his touch.
I long for his capable arms, his easy smile, the masculine smell of his body.
I need gentleness within his insistence, desire within his need, compassion within his reckless abandon.
I don't want *** from him,
I want to make love.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
I'm thinking of the pond we watched from above, while the sun was disappearing behind the trees and lighting up the sky from underneath. The mist was rising up from still waters, save for the ripples you made as you tossed pebbles into the mirror below, and I could feel the heat from your body when we were just centimeters from each other.
Why couldn't I have just kissed you?
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
I look at his picture maybe 15 times a day,
And I have to wonder what we could have been
(If he hadn't gone away.)
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC