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Bailey Apr 2017
New York
.
Carnegie Hall
.
I miss who I thought he was
.
I am odd and whimsical
.
Why is it right around this time--right before I'm the happiest, that I remember the ones I loved that made me cry?
.
Sad watermelons
.
Friendiversary
.
Rest in peace Sergio
.
Pushing away my birthday
.
Best friend
.
Losing my beeb
.
"May your coffin be made of one hundred year old wood that I plant tomorrow"
.
He smells like salty sweat and hair and cologne
.
Antique store heaven
.
Please don't take
.
Scuffed shoes
.
Mutt
.
Bubblegum and carmex
.
Enrolled
.
Tattoo
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He replied, "crazy...would you like to come with me?"
.
Bailey Apr 2017
Adaptation is a superpower
.
He cares about me
.
Not enough
.
I don't really think I can ever go again, but I will
.
I don't know, that's just how I feel
.
Ignored
.
I'm a mental astronaut
.
The good dream
.
"You've done yourself proud, haven't you?"
.
Be a friend
.
Small talk and I have a hate-hate relationship
.
I love you, friend rainbow
.
Handwritten Harvard
.
Not stepping on them is not enough
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I love him more than me
.
Is it such a bad thing to want to feel wanted?
.
This too shall pass
.
"Work with purpose and intention"
.
Genuine
.
We broke up
.
I stumble and I fall
.
Light footsteps
.
Shaking like a leaf
.
I love our friendship
.
Blacking out
.
SoMEtiMEs I can wash My hands twEnty tiMEs and still feel like I'M not clEan
.
I need to save myself
.
"A broken clock is right two times a day"
.
Mind's eye
.
Help me procrastinate
.
Screech
.
Fries fried in a different fry
.
"It is the vision of far off things seen for the silence they hold"
.
We're still new
.
I saw geese playing on a rooftop
.
"He's a dolphin"
.
Dripping with diamonds
.
Hypnosis
.
Heavy footsteps
.
Onto a wooden skewer
.
My cat and I are exclusive
.
This one is late and was super long
Bailey Mar 2017
Skin pulled tight over nimble fingers
Light playing over moving knuckles it's
Euphoric and I
Moan at the ache
In my abused hands

Dry and begging
To be put under the scalding water and
Massaged with soft soap
Frothing and slipping through each
Fold and unfold

Prayer hands come and go for
Minutes until
The water runs cold and I
Dry off and watch and feel again
But I want more and more

I want to do this all night until I bleed and

I might.
Bailey Mar 2017
She folded my little pudgy toddler hand and said, "this means 'I love you' in sign language". And since then, it's been every special goodbye and family signal. They've spread out farther as I got older, but every once in a while I'll get to see my Mommy hold her big, scarred hand up so I can see that she loves me. My eyes will fill up with happy tears because this is us and this is love and this cannot be changed.
More of an anecdote but still special enough to share <3
  Mar 2017 Bailey
Samantha Lee
The smell of passion
rolls off him in waves
gently covering her pillows
a morning scent she craves
like coffee on Sunday morning
may be not necessity
an aroma floating bold
comfort brewing in immensity
arousal of the senses
stimulation of the mind
delectable and refreshing
a pleasure so refined
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