my body has been void of its own innocence for years
it doesn't remember what it's like to be kissed on the back of the neck for the first time
your finger tips have trailed its every outline
i want to grow new skin because of you
shed all my pink hair in the shower
fall reminds me of the bitten apples
your greedy hands grabbing every variety
pink lady fresh off the vine
i remember how your teeth clenched her
kissed the back of her neck
and how you threw the core out of our moving car on route 30
we don't get our time back
our innocence either
but we do get a new fall
every year the leaf turns over
every year you throw another core out of your car window
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC
I am in your dreams
you tell the moon to shut me up
tell your fingertips to stop feeling between the rips in my jeans
How do you still remember my touch?
How do i still remember yours?
10 months removed
& my bed still sinks in on your side
my shower still drips pine scented body soap from its ledges
10 months removed
& my chest still sinks in for you
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 2:44 AM UTC
i write everyone
i love
into poetry
how telling it is
that i do not
do the same
for myself
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
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The beauty of walking in
the rain is that no one sees you cry.
instead, we are just strangers
getting water in our eyes.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC
Some days,
life is like holding
an overflowing chest
of diamonds, rubies, and sapphires.
Other days, I have the same chest,
but I just feel the weight
of a heavy box of rocks.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC
i want to know somebody
know every detail of their life events
i want to blow the candles on their first birthday
lick the stamp on the first letter they sent
i want to share and be shared intimately
from my brown skin into my core
i want to wrap around his member and see his eyes ask mine for more
i want to nearly bleed to death
over how much I’m able to give
over how much I might withstand if it meant my love would live
because i think people are meant to be shared with one another, tied in an infinitesimal amount of ways; tumbling as one.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
Sitting on the bathroom floor
While you shower with the curtain open
Water running out of the tub
In puddles around my feet
I didn’t mind the mess
As long as I felt close to you
I’d always ask how your day was
And you’d answer
Better now, baby
Sometimes I still let the room fill with steam
And remind myself of what it’s like to smell your melon scented body soap
But as the freshness fades
it gets harder to remember
what being in love feels like
I hand myself the towel this time
Dry off
And step out into the puddles
I don’t feel so close to you anymore
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC
Dreamer of peace
Forever waiting
Free yourself
For thunder is in heaven too
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
I found your purple keychain in the back seat of my car.
I remember there was a time when I felt like I couldn’t drive another mile with it dangling from my dashboard.
Pulled over on the side of the road - **** this and what it stands for.
Your idea of romance was buying everything you found in my favorite color.
Coming home with fists full of lavender to make up for a night of fists flying through the air.
Purple was a sign of forgiveness - a token of love where I didn’t ask for it.
I have a box full of love letters written in lilac ink that don’t feel like they’re addressed to me
and your purple keychain with my initials engraved on the back.
I wonder how you could possibly say that you loved me
you didn’t know me at all
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC