your pounding heart against my face
as its pressed against your chest
grounds me from my place in the clouds
my head filled with worries is soothed
by the rhythmic thumping of your heart
i close my eyes and breathe in all of you
your hand pulling me closer,
your face pushed against mine
and when i open up my eyes again
looking up at your soft pink lips
i remember how they touched each other
while you whispered sweet words into my neck
and each timed they lay upon mine
my heart races as it did the first time
i knew then that this feeling would stay,
i hope you do too.

you can take my blankets
and put them in your room
because they are useless in mine
if i plan to sleep with you
for the rest of my life.

give me bruises, baby.
i want to feel the pain.
if you can’t give me
sweet, soft love
then make my body strain.

i’m waiting under the covers.
television on
drowning out the silence.
half asleep
half awake
always in a dream like state.
i look over
at the empty space beside me.
bare, cold sheets
yearning for attention,
craving some affection.

i asked the universe to send me someone,
someone who was right for me.
i asked the world to show me something,
something marvelous to see.
i asked the wind to blow my way,
and let me have a brighter day.
i asked the birds to sing a song,
a song to help me move along.
then it happened, one fateful night.
above the moon, it shined so bright.
i looked over and then i saw you.
and i think i saw you see me too.
now i thank the birds who sang to me,
i sing them back my own melody.
i thank the wind who brought me better days,
i’m grateful they lifted the horrible haze.
i bow to the world who opened by eyes,
and let the sun shine down from the skies.
i love my universe so dear,
for now i will hold you ever near.

i’m disappointed.
i’m dismayed.
i’m distressed.
i’m disturbed.
i’m dramatic.
i’m dreadful.
i’m dark.
i’m devious.
i’m demented.
i’m depressed.

don’t you see me
over here
suffering alone
comforted only by
this aching
gaping
hole in my chest
i hide in the dark
ignoring not only the world
but myself