my fingers around the mug
i imagine your neck
steam fogs over my glasses
i imagine your breath
heat rushes to my face
i imagine your warmth
a sip of hot green tea
i imagine your lips
all these mingling with mine
whenever i drink
a cup of you
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
my soul is drenched
from the storms
he causes within me;
his hands, his laugh, and his words
are pulling me in like they’re sirens,
lord, keep me at bay,
for i want to drown
in his ocean trench.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
maybe one day
i won't get so scared that
i might fall for you again
every time i see you
after so long.
maybe all i'll see in you
is the ghost of that love
that i've generously gave you;
all the feelings i had
buried six feet under;
and my love letters
left on the surface like a gravestone
with every beautiful word
i ever wrote for you engraved on it;
the last tangible proof
of what existed
and is long gone from the confines of my soul.
oh how i would mourn
for what i have lost,
oh how i would be stronger by then
to be able to see you again
without my longing,
to be able to smile
at the boy who murdered my heart.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC
i imagine
kissing him would taste like
his vanilla tobacco and whiskey;
he would taste just like sin.
maybe thats why i find myself
drowning in my liquor
as i start to wish
my head was spinning from
the gentle graze of his lips instead,
not from this
cherry-flavored poison
I have in hand.
you're the poison that i want
and not having you
will still **** me.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
like your cigarette, baby
hold me between your lips,
love me longer than it burns out,
keep me lingering
in your thoughts
the same way
you're stuck on your bad habits.
we're all addicted to what kills us,
and your poison tastes just like whiskey cola to my soul.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
Collapsing under its own gravity,
The sun dies a little every day.
Every morning is a reminder,
Of its resilience,
Every night a tale of its loss.
A star shines brightest,
The more closer to death it gets,
Every constellation is a reminder,
that art wears melancholy the best.
Leaning in for a kiss,
The moon creates ripples in the sea's heart
Always reaching out, but never touching,
Every full moon is a reminder,
That it's possible to find contentment
While still longing.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
I think of you on my bed,
my secrets hidden in these creases;
love letters left unsent.
My body craves for you on my sheets.
Your image lingers in my head;
eyes on me, desire increases;
lip bite, electric current.
Baby, loving someone else is a feat.
I try sleeping instead,
the memory never ceases,
the longing I cannot prevent.
Fill up this space beside me,
make this lonesome soul complete.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
You might have seen them through the window,
a little girl pouting on the stool and her mother
behind her, deft fingers weaving the strands
together, chocolate hair in french braids and the
wrinkles in her blue gingham dress.
There is a beginning to everything.
Golden-hair boy, caramel colors glinting in the sun,
pieces that flopped over his eyes and plastered
themselves over his forehead when the wind blew
erratic. He wears t-shirts streaked with dirt and high-
water jeans half-rolled, half-bunched up to his knees.
She thought, I could love this boy.
They're in the field again, ankles itching under her
frilly socks and ants crawling over her shoes. He lets
one amble around on his finger while she studies him.
Holding it up to the light, all serious and squinting,
He whispers, "They are so small."
She remembers this field for a long time.
She points to his heart. This is where I live. He looks
at her skeptically, raises an eyebrow."Is it awfully
uncomfortable there?" She lets the silence grow while
the birds make conversation and smiles to herself when
she sees him listening too.
Sometimes it is cold, but then you remember me.
There are pieces of love scattered around this world.
I have been trying to find them, trying to arrange them
into a comprehensible hope. There's the field. There's the
beach. There's the little stream that carries us where we
need to go. There's you, in that one summer.
It's been so long, but I remember. I remember it perfectly.
She's making a daisy chain while he looks out over the
lake. *Climb the tree for me. I want to see how high you
can go.* Nearly breaking the branches with his weight, he
calls out, in the purest joy you've ever heard to this day.
"You should see this view!"
I do.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
I hope I'm not too
Obvious
I hope you're not too
Oblivious
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
Furtive looks, subtle touch;
confess to me first
that you can't get enough.
Somber voice, gentle smile;
he's sat so close,
let this rush last a while.
Late nights, inspired minds;
his words are intoxicating,
a sensation my heart divined.
Other girl, better plans;
along with the high
comes a greater crash.
I had fallen too quick,
a dream
then a whiplash.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC