Put me to your lips and inhale
Taste me on your tongue
Before you force me out
In a puff of smoke
Watch me disappear into the air
As I swirl around you
Bring me back in
For round two

Remember when I told you that you don't scare me?

Losing myself in the messages,
trying to make up for every time i felt unwanted by letting this 23 year old i met at a party a year and a half ago bury himself inside of me, because someone finally wants me.
He craves my touch the way i crave yours.
The only difference is that i love you and the only reason he cares is because he isn't getting enough from his girlfriend.
So why not?
*Unfulfillment leads to ***.

sext: i thought of you and put down the razor

Sext: do you remember what my nails felt like, digging into your back?

If these texts had a scent
It would be liquor
If anyone knew how broken I felt
They'd say to fix her

Liquid courage served in a red cup
Just to work up the nerve to text you and ask what's up

In the hopes of reminding you I exist
Combined with the sick hopeless idea that it's me you may miss

Little miss independent don't need no man is distraught that she doesn't fit in your ****** up game plan

Here I sat writing your last name after my first
I am manipulated by your game, you have me under your cruel curse

So I'll shoot you a lovesick text
Even though you just wanted ***
While you're onto casting a spell on the next
And I'm still under your vex

Your mind is an archivist's *******, I'd like to spend an indefinite amount of time there and observe the inner workings
like a astrologist, seeing your constellations of thought...
it also doesn't hurt that your stubbled jawline
seems to speak volumes, and I wonder
if it's chiseled proportions would mind me using them
as braille.
I'd like to know the caverns of your mouth
more intimately--
please whisper prose on my collarbones...
and I don't believe in love at first sight,
but maybe, love at first poem.