I want to smother your lips

with my own,

to kiss you so hard

your lungs beg for air,

and spots dance in your vision

like fireworks on the Fourth.


I want you to forget.

Forget your name

and where you came from

because in that moment

it will only be

us.

i feel anxious

not sometimes,
not constantly.
well i'm not too sure.
maybe..

i feel like i'm constantly being dragged in every direction,
the stars are plucking at my hair like strings.
and my mind- it seems to wander,
goes anywhere else but where i need it to be.

i will never understand why my feet forget how to walk sometimes,
no they're not judging the way you walk-
well, now, maybe.
i'm not breathing that loudly- stop it you know how to breathe,
now you can't catch your breath.

i will never understand why my eyes flicker to find people who i assume are looking or thinking about me.
no one cares.

so why do i?
-j.p.