The test is
How casually I can press my lips
Against his.
While staying both passionate
And disconnected.
I have some faith in my ability
to do this,
Because part of growing up
Is letting go of every expectation.
Revised:
I was taking a test
In how casually I could press
My lips
Against his.
While staying both passionate
And disconnected.
It was ease enough.
Until he opened himself up
And let me in.
Ive been falling for some time
But its not so bad, with his hand in mine.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
She says
"I'm just exhausted"
As if the proof
isnt written on
her skin.
"They're all just waiting
to see how I break"
But I dont think she will
because
I dont think she can.
But
The smile on her lips
is a half assed solution.
She once said
"I cant comprehend death"
And
I cant help wondering
"Can she comprehend his?"
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 7:34 AM UTC
He says
"Do you remember
when your name
sat on the tip
of my tongue
And I loved
you more
than I've loved
anyone.
Can you imagine
how it feels
when my friends
and family say
Theyre happy
youre happy
and they hope he
keeps you that way."
I say
"I earned the right
to move on
the night
you made
holding her hand
a bad habbit,
and a question
of your taste."
He says
"I made a mistake
you could have forgiven me."
I say
"I refused to make
the same mistake repeatedly."
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 6:02 AM UTC
He says
I know you don't sleep at night.
I haven't been doing too well myself.
I say
I guess I'm really not ready yet.
I know I need to be moving on as well.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
His eyes are as angry
as
his lips are hungry
He says
This is why he needs me.
He holds my hands
like
he never will again
He says
He wont think about leaving.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 7:29 AM UTC
The experts say its easy.
"Stop thinking.
You think to much about..
well everything.
Thats why you're so **** unhappy."
And I wish it was that easy.
As if I could just stop thinking,
pick up my fork
my phone
my life.
As if I could just be happy.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 4:15 AM UTC
His fingers are long,
like the seasons they have seen.
And the stories they depict
His heart is patch upon patch.
He's awfully giving,
when hes receiving.
His tongue is coated in lies
the ones hes spewed and crystalized
so he will remember.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 4:09 AM UTC
Her eyes were lined in red,
she said
"the phones arent working."
Her voice is shaking.
"Come again?"
"The phones aren't working. Theres an emergency."
Her voice cracks on that word.
Emer
gen
cy?
Almost a question.
Though we know its not.
"What can I do for you?"
"Get the paramedics."
And her hands are shaking.
I grab the phone.
My hands start shaking.
"Theres an emergency."
Emer
gen
cy?
"She says he's not breathing."
And shes barely breathing.
With her eyes lined in red.
But she manages
answering
the four questions
they ask.
Only four.
Because its an Emergency.
Emer
gen
cy?
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 7:29 AM UTC
I didn't expect my phone to ring,
He didn't expect an answer.
Which
sums up
most of our
Interactions.
We make small talk at 4 A.M.
Like its the anthem of the unattached
But that's more than nothing.
If either
One of us
Had any strength
We'd move on with our lives.
But I guess instead
We have our minds set
That its better
To be alone together.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
He pulled my head to his chest.
And with his fingers on my neck,
he said
"It doesn't have to mean a thing,
if you want to spend the night with me
We can lay here just like this,
we can stay here just like this."
I kept my head on his chest.
And with my fingers on his wrist,
I said
"Will you turn the TV down."
so he turned the TV off,
and he kissed my cheek.
And I kissed his mouth.
And he smiled into me,
and I didn't push him out.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC