When i am with you
Even depression feels beautiful

Love, well love is like a good cup of coffee

We all want to drink it without getting burnt

My heart goes prestissimo!
As thoughts swirl round my mind.
This weary soul seeks you.
In which abode will I find?

   A lustful sight  – you naked before my eyes.
   Flesh wrapped in skin  – yours against mine.
   Lie down my love;
   Let us dine.

As I gently push my lips against thine
ears and whisper:

   You are my Aphrodite...
     Take me to ecstatic heights.

   Let me kiss you endlessly...
    Soft.
       Hard.
          But each passionately.

   Let me hide in your warmth...
     Till I reach your soul.
         Till I feel its glow.
     Till this fantasy fall.
  **Till my reality calls.

“goodnight,” your kiss says, our skin pale and lips red.
“don’t,” i say. “don’t go.”
you smile into my mouth because you don’t want to.
our night-time habits are ******* with our heads. it’s hard to tell now, when we’re still trying to impress each other with magic tricks and hidden knowledge and by tattooing flowers and words onto each other’s skin, but in the morning, when we’re squinting in the too-bright light of the school hallways and sarcasm can only be emitted through minuscule sighs and shakes of the head, it comes creeping back.
we exist only in the night.

i knew she went for a run every morning at seven am and that she loved red liquorice and that she despised pop culture and that she had an unhealthy habit of smoking cigarettes and that her favourite shoes were those black boots with the really incredibly high chunky heels and that she worked at the information desk at the local art gallery and that she had a college boyfriend whom she loved very much and that she chewed her hair when she was nervous or upset and that she hadn’t cut it for almost two years but i did not know her.

good morning kisses
goodnight kisses
kisses to taste the cinnamon on your lips
happy kisses
middle of the night kisses
gentle kisses
kisses because i like you
sleepy kisses
movie theatre kisses
oh god we're in an elevator by ourselves kisses
the stolen kind of kisses
kisses because you're too cute
wake up and see you and think you're the best person ever kisses
kisses just because

Existence
Is a tired pill
That I no longer take
It takes me

I'm the sad sad puddle
That you step over
Out of place
Always reflecting about
Reflecting - Never doing
****** by a blank cerulean sky
That once read coulda

Looking back on it,
Even the corpse
That I have yet to become
Is bored to **** with my life.

Just a second ago
I cut my own risks
And watched myself slip around
In a pool of acquiescence