I am in the market
for making mistakes
and you check all the boxes
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
when people ask me
how i am
why do i think of you?
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
to be honest
if we stopped talking today
it wouldn’t be the talking i’d miss
although the conversations left me
hopeful
smiling
curious
it’s the moments of not talking
the kisses
the lack of air
the desire for more
that I find myself consumed with
I don’t know whether to be
thankful that it happened
or frustrated with the lack of assurance
that it will happen again (and again)
because now I’ve had a taste
of you
of your hands on my hands,
my back, my neck, my hair
feeling
wanting
holding
I find myself wishing
we could **** time together
by not talking some more
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
It’s hard for it not to feel personal,
because it is.
When someone leaves you,
regardless of the **** they’ve got going on
and who they are as a person,
if they drop you or leave you,
remove you from their life,
it is personal.
How can it not be?
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
backs tell a lot of stories
and I think that's why they’re my favourite feature
they’ve witnessed the aftermath of walking away
felt shoulder kisses,
when someone’s hand rests gently in the middle
absentmindedly or purposefully
felt tickles and hands on a mission
kneading and massaging
felt embraces and weathered storms
they are quietly powerful - worthy of endless praise
but expectant of none
and that is something, isn't it
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
how do you say to someone,
I have a fat middle school crush on you. And I also want to kiss your face.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
sometimes people sneak up on you
I always thought the best loves were immediate,
you’d know instantly,
because that happened once,
and it’s hard not to compare,
until you realize that he’s been there all along,
and you think,
“Oh. There you are.”
and you can’t breathe just right,
or think coherent thoughts,
except ones about him and him and you
my insides feel like an angry butterfly storm
I am hopeless yet I’m the happiest I’ve been in months
how can that be?
how does none of this make any sense but be so clear?
I can’t look him in the eye
I feel like I’m in middle school again
14, but without the excessive insecurities
my heart feels like its going to burst
it kinda makes me want to kick myself
for taking so long to realize
what you could mean to me
what you mean to be now
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
feelings take up a lot of space
and energy
and time
how can people casually
fall in and out of commitment
without a second thought?
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
you said you wrote poems;
do you write them about
playing games
with girls like me?
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
if we are ever side by side again
within the same space
i hope you are unable to refrain
i hope your hands go to hell
because if they do,
i promise you mine will follow suit
and we'll embrace the flames together
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC