I wish I could write lyrics
that went fine with chords and drums,
some words that make people feel
like they're the only one.
I want lines to form a verse
and a chorus
and a bridge;
some words catchy enough to echo
in cars
and down the street.

But instead of a hit song,
posted along with a selfie,
here I instead write ****** poetry.

A kiss on the lips,
with hands on hips,
it really don't mean ****;
Because like a cigarette,
it'll only have control,
if submitted to.

However, like any addiction,
maybe it's best
to just not start anyways.

Eighteen,
fairly innocent and naive;
you were the oldest person to ever kiss me,
on the lips.
With fingers interlocked or your arm around me,
didn't even hesitate to think there was a chance for this to be.
You said you were surprised,
that we sat on the bus
together, knees touching.
Never knew I'd like the feel of butterflies gracing my cheek,
my neck.

"Can I steal a kiss?"
It ain't stealing if you ask,
but it's the though that counts, right?

Seventy-two hours,
that's about it.
Kissed and hugged,
nothing else it seems.
What's so poetic about staring at a cellular screen
Constantly,
in some sort of anticipation,
for some smiley faces and flirty words
with approval and consent?
If I ****** up,
did something wrong,
if I bored you,
just let me try again.
I'm desperate for affection
and for your attention.

Stupid teenage heartbeat,
Stupid ******* crush.

Here's another ****** poem
written on pages;
it'd be better to just throw 'em
in the trash.
Realizing it's hard to rhyme
and by the time there's a beat,
can't figure out where those words should be.

Can I tell you a secret?
Can I whisper it in your ear?
I promise, my darling,
this is something you'll want to hear:

I dream about you
during the day and late at night.
I dream about you
but you're no where in sight.

Can I tell you a secret?
Can I whisper it in your ear?
Listen, darling,
won't you pass me a beer?

My body's growing hot,
and yours is ice cold.
Let us just lay together,
until the day is old.

Can I tell you a secret?
Can I whisper it in your ear?
Trust me, my sweet,
I will you love you, my dear.

My arms around your neck,
and your hands wrapped in my hair.
The way your tongue moves
just really isn't fair.

Can I tell you a secret?
Can I breath across your neck
the words of the things I dream about
when you're removing my dress?

And I melted in the beauty.

The easiest way to fall asleep
is with eyelids glued shut
by freshly fallen tears
from frustration or
from being so upset or
from nothing at all.

It's difficult though
when the mind is racing
with scenes of desire that
the heart beckons for but
couldn't bear to occur
in all actuality.

Sometimes it'll come
crashing like a wave,
and sometimes,
it won't at all.