your eyes look like sunset today
don't close them just yet
cherry stains knotted into cotton shirts,
the sunlight has baked your cologne into the threads and
a half-smile of lipstick on your left shoulder sleeve
the sun drips
the gold knots
of my spine
breathe the first of Spring days
the radio plays our favorite song
i see you backwards
all the times we had
the sky is blue, the lake is blue
your eyes are blu
and they say i look like your
oh gods. help me
i can’t feel anything
and everything here is you
Edit: Thanks everybody! I didn’t realize this was a daily until later.
I learnt what 17 meant: recklessness, glassy eyes and a firestorm in someone else's chest.
19: a smile carelessly left in the crook of my neck, an hour shy of a sunrise and a firestorm in my chest.
$8.75 popcorn butter stains my fingertips sweet,
and there's salt on my lips and in my hair.
A restless hand finds yours in darkness
rudely interrupted by blue light and washes of pinks.
And I find my heart tearing itself underneath your easy smiles.
tongue-tied and shy.
The mouth is a killer, the sinner,
part of you.
It's December now but my heart is still in July.
jack-frost blue on snow white
circles of grey around midnight black
against the velvet night sky
the silent constellations
i bathed in your irises
but my feet couldn't reach the bottom
and when i tried to surface
the air was frigid
slicing my consciousness into ribbons
i took a breath
the chill seeped in
first it was my toes
then my legs
then you blinked
the ice fractured
i shattered from the inside
i don't know. i had one of my moods again. haven't had one in a long time. it was not a good feeling.