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collin Dec 2021
you are the candle lit at the center of the room
dismantled the scent of the plentiful womb
you tried to displace the sins with a broom
swept against the grain, the ending soon
credits rolling like dust on the moon
mountains sang the songs that you swoon to.
every bit of energy diminished
and every little memory lived in
you felt that way once and again
attempt to live in it
but bones settle like dust
as you wish to turn back the rust
collin Dec 2021
eager fingertips slipping
between the space where your hips
create a crevices against your jeans
and eventually finding those lips
oh, how your body crests on my eclipse
and finding pleasure like a photograph
sudden and immense and wet
i want to make you feel yourself again
straight up, ngl
collin Dec 2021
it’s beautiful
and tragic
destruction inside creation
the start of something wonderful
it is what i am supposed to become
its less uncomfortable than you believe
collin Dec 2021
i felt the earth shake beneath me
a mass immobilization of emotions
masquerade music plucking at the strings
of my stone harp heart
i feel awake and liberated
you will never again play me
the way you did before
collin Dec 2021
the impairment without the drunk
unconscious and subconscious all at once
a fleeting in-between of clarity
and feeling floated in a fog
in this space i meet the things left incomplete
and all their less familiar friends
like marbles underneath my feet
collin Dec 2021
singed and burning
fingers tingling
yearning for your figure
soft and curving hips
my tongue between your lips
collin Dec 2021
no heart and all thumbs
i’m tired of feeling dumb
scarred wrists and empty cup
i’m tired of feeling numb
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