I kiss the air between us, a breeze that lingers,
tracing soft patterns on your skin.
A tiny scar catches my eye—
a story I wish I'd been part of,
and suddenly, I want to protect every piece of you.

I study you like poetry written in touch,
my lips trailing every verse.
I am yours, entirely, undeniably—
and, darling, you have exquisite taste.

In stillness hush
A Dreamers realm
Vivid the stars
Guiding lights
In sweet serene
Two spirits will meet

I used to lie on a bicep
Wrapped in the natural scent of skin

Turns out a pillow isn't that bad
While a blanket is definitely the best comfort ever.

Eyes on me
Ones that I can clearly see
It gets creepy once I notice multiple of them
Look, I know I'm pretty but that's a bit too far

I see your eyes trained on me
As if you were a nasty beast
Ready to pounce on your prey
It makes it weird since all of them are eyes of a adult
Making me more uncomfortable

Following me to my car
Following me to my home
Following me afar
Following me til I roam

Unsettling
They all seem to have lust in their eyes
Looking at me up and down
They ain't doing it with a frown

Leave me alone
Just a young 12 year old minding my business
If you have a certain bone
Don't talk to me
Simple

You can't force it on yourself.
The words come by themselves,
In the most random moment,
To help you
Or doom you.
They have their own will.
A sudden wave of inspiration,
On a train, bus, school,
But when you want to write,
It tells you you're not ready.

The poems.
The old, brown notebook,
Filled with all of my secrets,
Big and small,
Coded into poetry.