Lips,
Corners turned upwards,
As they are softly pressed,
Against another gentle pair.
Part slightly,
Giggles slither out,
When tickled,
Aroused,
By a light breath.
Hands,
Intertwined,
Squeezing reassuringly,
Also encouragingly,
Move effortlessly,
To trace the structure,
And its importance,
Enticing the senses.

Done for,
Sealed the deal.

Apathy
is a disease;
it spreads and
appears to be incurable.
Symptoms include
laziness and
recklessness and
shoulder shrugs and
dropping grades.

It's a lack of
caring for
everything and
it's a lack of
effort for
things previously exciting.

In high school,
it's senioritis.
In real life,
it's laziness.
To me,
it's a desperate cry
for help,
for motivation,
for attention, and
for love.

power flows
awkwardly through my veins.
you don't seem to

anticipate all of the
talent and knowledge I can bring
to the table.
easily you look over me,
never
taking an extra second to
include me into these crazy
opportunities that you all go on;
no one calls me first.

try to look at me when you talk,
only out of respect for

me, really.
eventually you'll beg me,

pleading for my
love and my company,
every day,
and I won't turn you away;
so why ignore me and interrupt me as
easily as you do?

do i haunt
your thoughts,
your dreams,
during the day,
late at night,
in the middle of class,
while you’re praying
to God above,
like you haunt me
constantly?

when you hear
my name,
or see my face,
does it fill you
with a hatred
for yourself,
a regret
for your decisions,
as well as
a desire and
a passion
for your loss?

if i don’t,
if it doesn’t,
i hate you
for moving on
while i’m stuck
pining.

kisses:
meant nothing
until you;
mean nothing
without you.

basorexia:
my lonely lips
begging for attention
from someone,
anyone.

desire:
wanting
my basorexia
to be cured by
your kiss.

nearly a year,
and there’s still butterflies,
a farm,
a reserve,
an aquarium,
a zoo,
the whole ****** animal kingdom,
released in
my heart,
making it beat,
from the stampede;
my stomach,
twisting it into knots,
from the innate wildness;
my lungs,
removing all the air,
from the murders upon
mobs upon
gackles upon
schools upon
herds.

how pathetic.

i got a chance
to romance you
with words
but for once
i wanted
to romance you
with more.
this new feeling,
so unfamiliar,
brought fear;
in turn,
rejection.

i lost you
when i panicked
and pushed you
away;
an error,
a mistake.
i yearn,
so desperately yearn,
to fix,
to change,
because i regret
it having ever been made.