I like that type of high where
im shifting ribs to hug my knees
and tracing each mole on my body twice
to makeup for the moons in my eyes
that are only seeing stars
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
When I become a mother
I will not tell my daughter how bad love hurts
I will not tell her that every time you inhale your lungs fill with helium instead of oxygen and you transcend so far off beyond yourself the only pieces you have left are the ones you've recollected on way back home
I will not tell her that every argument will feel like a land mine and every space apart will feel like a fire
licking all parts of her aching bones and skin till every muscle is tense with reaching
I will not tell her that sometimes these land mines are better than the machine gun first kisses and butterfly winged silent jitters
she will have guns in her heart because love is lethal at its summit
and she will learn that when she picks glass from her knees and tendons from her teeth
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
i have a tendency to tell my mom
in the split second of their showcasing
that the scars on my body are bite marks from him
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
those summers that are sweltering
those summers that arrange armies of perspiring water droplets to swarm down my neck and across my chest
leave me glistening and stuck to the already too tight clothing im wearing
even the breezes are filled with an astonishing heat that billows over us like an atomic blast in our shaded safety
when our restless curiosity comes to a halt under radiating UV's and even the urge to kiss you is just as an intolerable activity as sliding back into my clothes that fit better off
as my lips are as hot as the black top and cracked as the sidewalk
yet you still want to mold into them like they're the ocean to quench your thirst
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
i wanna be intertwined with you
fingers laced within mine
pulling you closer
i wanna catch those short little breaths
you take when our mouths separate
that leaves twinges of
soda pop and bubble gum
on my taste buds
i like the way your lips part
before you speak
words of golden enunciation
wrapped around a clever
biting tongue
swim around and blanket me
like the warm summer nights
that got me missing
July
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
*his voice was fine
no raspy proposals of sarcasm
his voice was as clear as a bell
as smooth as sea water
only when the current dances
does it ring out in aggressiveness*
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
our conversations consisted of
blinking once for yes and twice for no
I am nothing
but an unspoken love letter on your lips
a wasted kiss
forgotten
only until my old heart finally beats again
and it
thump
thump
thumps
along with the beat of a batting eyelash
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC