Atticus

Atticus Nov 2017

burn

my skin burns at the thought of your fingertips
molten lava inside my veins
parched lips wanting you...

#skin #love

Atticus Nov 2017

fin

my hands demand to feel your skin
feather light touches
but our line is so thin
i use my own as crutches
fin

#hands #love #feather #touch #skin #hope #promises

Atticus Nov 2017

5

no matter how hard i try

how many times i wash my hands

how many times i check the expiration date

how many times i knock on wood

                    five times five

repeat

                    five times five

repeat

                    five times five

repeat

                five times five

                             five times five...

#five #repetitive #wood #words #wash #hands #date

Atticus Nov 2017

you

your words like silk run into my ears

hypnotising me to do what you please

because when i am around you your very presence turns me into a

wet rag incapable of holding my body up

my brain turns to mush

my words turn to breathless gibberish

and all i can see is you

#talk #speak #words #you #see #eyes #brain #heart #love #hope

Oct 2017

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Hyperbole

She wasn't a simile, she doesn't like to be compared. She was hyperbole, she makes you feel in extremes.

Oct 2017

Jay23

No love on this plane(t)

We are intersecting lines.
Not even parallel lines.
Even though singularity exists out of this world.
Parallel lines at least meet at singularity.