I tried on the dress I wore last prom
And I panicked
I didn’t even wash it after that night
For fear of it getting ruined
Fear
Anxiety
Nervousness
They’ve stained it
Not even Oxi-Clean could get those out
That dress was already tight as is
Black and suffocating
I was a wreck that night
Full of fear, anxiety, and nervousness
It spilt from my sweat-glands, I stained it
I tried on the shirt I wore in September
And I was hopeful
Of course I washed it after that evening
I bathed myself too
Hope
Love
Safety
They’ve stained it
Not even Clorox could get those out
That shirt was tight and revealing as is
Vulnerable and mustard yellow
I was happy that night
Full of hope, love, and safety
It spilt from my sweat-glands, I stained it
With these two pieces of clothing
on at once
Six stains are upon me
Fear, anxiety, nervousness, hope, love, safety
I fear that it could end, I hope that it will not
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
I do not want to talk
You turned me into an ash tray
One that is smaller than you,
But has been put to more use
I am overflowing with carcinogenic filth
However,
Now I see you are more,
Far more than an ash tray
You’re the whole apothecary
While you drown your worries
Mine fill me up
Just another tap from another’s cigarette
The ash piles up
Onto the mountain, without a fuss
I have lost the desire to dine
And whine
With you
Oh sweet and true apothecary, I worry about you
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
These eyes are puffy
And red
They long to see you again
These hands are shaking
And blue
They long to hold you soon
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
I never
Wanted to wake up
With you still in my head
Waiting on the couch
For me to pop back in
Whenever that may be
I just miss
The cuddling
And you petting my head
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
My top and bottom eyelashes
Get tangled up in a twist
When we kiss
You ring me out
Like a ***** rag
All my feelings gushing
Out
Into your drain of a mouth
You spin me around
Little tea-cup, equipped with a steering wheel
I want to throw up
You make me sick, nauseated
With this thing called puppy love
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
I wish to see you in the light
That 5am brings
When everything gains a bluish hue
And we are both water droplets
Destined to become one
I wish to see you in the darkness
That 9pm brings
When not everything takes one shade
And we are both stars
Bound to cluster
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
I was going to tell you
That I think I’m falling in love
With you
It’s just that I thought
You’d have enough to celebrate today
It being The Fourth and all
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
I wonder what the first thing you touched was
When you escaped the womb
Besides your mother and father
Any other family members
Doctors and other trinkets that assist
Or are given in the hospital
What was the first thing you laid your hands on with intent
Before me
A piece of a butterfly wing
Your new soft Teddy
Glow in the dark star
Newly found birth-mark
I wonder what you have seen
Before you saw me
That has made your heart, your eyes, your skeletal composition,
your tremendous amount of insides
Flutter
Go off balance
New toy that’s on the market
A train set
The cute girl in your first grade class
That you couldn’t talk to normally
So instead
You teased her
What have you heard
That harmonized with your soul
Your ghost, your physical form
Before your left ear
Caught a trickle of my sigh
Soon my voice that would follow
A gentle lullaby
Your mother used to sing to you at night
Your favorite song
I can no longer remember the name of
I just know it went
“You are my peach, you are my plum”
What have you smelt
That is your aroma therapy
Or was
Besides my conditioner
And shampoo
My old lady perfume
Was it your own soap
A pastry baking in the oven
Or was it something I find foul
Like mushrooms, maybe
A scented candle
An old Grand Piano
I wonder what you thought
When you found out you loved me
Did it bring attention to all five of your senses
Which one is your strongest
Obviously it is not your sense of taste
Otherwise you’d love me more than her saliva
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
You pound on my spine
And it echoes through to my head
Like I am a gong
And you are the man with the baton
When you arrive I feel alive
Because you bring the smell of thyme
Which evokes a positive state of mind
Though you never show up on time
It is your scent
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC