battery cold
dead phone
charge it immediately
feel less alone
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:52 AM UTC
How much time,
to let my nails grow?
How much time,
to patch a heart?
How much time,
to make my feelings known?
How much time,
before we part?
How much time,
between the metro stops?
How much rail track?
How much sweat?
How much time lost while the needle skips?
How much time will you forget?
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC
For a start, I smell like ammonium
Fresh from the salon
A change to reflect the change I feel in me
A change for myself
Not for you
You just got lucky
Destiny conspired against me
to bring me here, too fresh
with static frizz
from polyester layers.
Fresh from him last night
and the boy before
My greatest right
is my greatest privilege
and I'd abuse it with you too.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
Waiting for you is like
waiting for the future
is like
waiting for a bus I've never taken before
is like
waiting for rain in a strange country
for the beat to drop in a song new to my ears
How will I know when?
When will I see how?
Anticipation is adrenaline.
How much, I cannot tell.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
All the books I'd love to read.
have already been read.
All the things there are to know,
are already known by someone.
All the places I could go,
already have people,
and every man I'd love to love
has been loved and loved in turn
every woman,
who worried like me,
who bought the same dress,
left the same shoes,
and cried at P.S. I Love You.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC
Could we please go back
to a few lines ago when
I think I made you smile.
At least you sent a emoticon
now you haven't replied since 12:53,
I know I've said something wrong.
So could we please
clear the history
and go back.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
the experience you see
in my eyes
and the depths of my face
in the way I form my answers
in everything
how I fire out words
so professionally
you'd never guess
I'm still that little girl
in the bathroom
vowing to be
the new man in the family
and waiting for someone
to understand enough
to let me share that burden.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC
Here you are, in front of me
Tight and pink
You're aching to begin
Slide my lips on top of you
Taste the first taste
and you're in.
Shaft hugs throat like a glove
the rhythm the rhythm the rhythm
you're mine.
Lost to the ecstasy
a great roaring sea
with that sweet groan,
a torrent into me.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
how could you say you know me?
which of many avenues brought us together
together but for cyberspace
I have forgotten
and worthless now,
you know me
because you know yourself.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC
a prison of faux white pillars
a jail of crisp green water
and perfect blue sky
she lies motionless,
infected with fever
my true love's far away,
infected with life.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC