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natalie Mar 2014
my yesterday's haunt me
with ever present paranoia
like fog lurking in the shadows

my tomorrow's watch me
with meticulous eyes peering
out from in the shallows

my today's however
wander throughout my soul
like an eager child
choosing it's own path
at every given moment
unsure of the outcome
because they're only living for now

n.h.
3.22.14
natalie Mar 2014
me
you know that girl
that really tall girl
with long legs that
her pants never
come past her ankle.

that girl that usually has
paint in her overgrown, nest of hair
and tends to stare at people,
attempting to absorb bits
of their personalities out
from underneath their skin
similar to how one would
absorb sunrays, she pursues
knowledge of others around
her.

that girl you didn't realize
was in your class until
you make accidental
eye contact one day.

that girl that remained
nameless. that girl that
slipped through the cracks
of the pecking order.

that girl that makes the
effort, but always goes unnoticed.

that girl whose always
too caught up in her thoughts
to see where she's going.

that girl that wears shorts
in december and jumpers
in july.

that girl is me
3.21.14
natalie Mar 2014
drift off into incoherence with me
don't speak
your presence says enough.

our veins intertwine
our heart beats together
our breathing is syncopated
and our minds are the same.

you are me and i am you.
there is no us
there is no we
it is one.

unspoken connection
of a disposition predetermined
by the stars before our time

n.h.
the moon puts words in my head sometimes when i should be sleeping
3.21.14 12:40am
natalie Mar 2014
every morning
between 6:23 and 7:02
i am convinced the sun
does not rise,
but rather your smile,
has taken it's place.

it's brightness is equivalent,
it provides sufficient warmth
to keep my soul from
completely freezing over.

the simple thought of you
is enough to light a fire
inside me.

you run through my veins,
and you you dance along
to the beat of my heart
while you strum it's strings.

your touch is electrifying
indescribable voltage at the
brush of your fingertips.

your oblivion of your effect
on me is incomprehensible,
and is what keeps my gaze fixed on you.

you are the sun.
you are the moon.
you are the stars.
you are the air i breathe.
you are the universe.
you are my universe.

n.h.
this is the first poem i wrote about you
my naivety is almost laughable.

probably sometime in february 2014

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