The month’s about up
I didn’t think i’d survive this
and yet i’ve managed.

Drowning in salt tears
You took me out of the sea
Cleansed with faint kisses.

I am so grateful
For your patience and your help
I’m quite difficult

Stubborn, sensitive,
A hard person to console
And yet you managed

To remind me just
What it is like for someone
You care lots about

To exist, be real;
Fresh air inside my frail lungs
I feel quite alive.

I do quite enjoy doing a whole lot of nothing
But it’d be better to do a whole lot of nothing
With someone else

Nothing can be so comfortless

Turning at every slightest sound, hoping its someone
Coming to join me in doing a whole lot of nothing
Voices outside invite my mind to wander
And reminisce about the weeks gone by
Visualizing twain situations
The delightful and the repugnant
The pristine and debilitated

Then i stop and entertain the idea of calling you up
What’s the worst that could happen?
I shake my head to clear the poison
Because you hate me now

All i want to do is talk, all i ever want to do is talk
To combat the utter fearful silence that accompanies
A whole lot of nothing.

I hear your voice in my ears
Like the waves of the sea crashing onshore –
Soothing, and continuous;
The sensual cracking and peppery softness making me melt.

Even whispers calm my mind
Inaudibly creating white noise that
Lessens the excitable buzz in me
Normally this wouldn’t be ideal
But with you i’ll make an exception.

Id go on forever about you
Write poems upon poems,
Odes to your hair and eyes
Allusions to your warming personali-tea
Paraphrasing as best i can
The feelings you stir in my heart

******* ******* *******
And your stupid ******* hair
Your personality is what makes you ugly
If you weren’t such a ****, maybe
People would actually like you!
Granted, i had. However, ive been enlightened
I finally understand:
Your stupid ******* hair is what makes you attractive
Along with your stupid blue eyes and stupid smile

But you, i just want to show you off
The bits of scruff covering your cheeks
Add an endearingly unkempt air
Which draws me towards your flannel and turmeric jeans

To put it bluntly, get in my bed.
And we can swim in an ocean of covers
As we exchange kisses and light touches
Fingers skimming under shirts
Running down the outlines of your chest
Lips nibbling, releasing quiet sighs
All the anticipation of seeing you once more
“actions speak louder than words”

coffeehouses and bookshops are obsolete and underrated
i always seem to feel the most comfortable and loved
while the wooden brown furniture and smells of roasting beans
envelop me in transparent steaming tendrils of intimacy

reaching inside to find my inner poetic self
coming up with all sorts of ostentatious phrases
to make my prose sound extremely extravagant
and therefore myself a satisfied troubadour
chronicling my ****** escapades through life and love

agromania
heliotrope
pavonine
quinnat
vorpal
zydeco

don’t i sound special?
It’s the coffee fumes that are finally getting to me
Caressing the recesses of my brain, drawing out streams
Of words that which i do not know the meaning of
Can i be sure they’re even real?
Can i be sure of anything anymore?

“That’s the boy i hate!”
I exclaim as i walk past him again
Anger rooting in my toes
As my feet stomp swiftly towards him
Trying to show off, show that i’m over it

i think i’m annoying you too so that’s a terrible feeling
our conversations haven’t been the same since
i figure you’re busy
but that doesn’t change the fact that my thumbs ache
to turn twenty-six letters into sweet messages for you

in addition to this, you never talk to me
i see you once in a while
maybe get some breakfast
or lunch
or dinner
but i’d like to spend significant time in your presence
you are so upbeat that it lifts my spirit
up to the heavens


boys boys boys

Flicking through pictures and I come across one of you
I stare for a moment, simmering in hatred and bitterness
But I can’t help but break down in loud sobbing tears
Thinking of the sweet times of before and pretty feelings
Sky blue, lavender, rose pink, sunshine

When I’m alone I feel midnight:
Violet, sage, black with twinkling stars
The blackness overpowering those airy colors of happiness
And again washing over, drowning me in my own thoughts

Rage, rage, against the dying of the light
You were my light and now you’re gone
Naturally, I rebel, but I get nowhere
So I’ve decided I’m ceasing my efforts.  

Let’s get coffee and tea and be cute together
(which is my ultimate goal)
Let’s read books and snuggle with each other
Butterfly kisses and fluttering fingertips
Layers of clothing peeled away under layers of blankets
Nibbles on my lips and stubbles poking my cheeks

It’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for.