I know you are sitting in the other room
And I know you aren't avoiding me
Like I'm avoiding you right now.
If I see you right now, I might cry
With frustration.
You are my dear friend
I need you right now
And I wish I didn't have to step on eggshells around you.
We all have problems, deary.
We all have stories and pasts.
And I know you are afraid to talk to me about it
And you always say that we won't understand
But I promise I will understand,
Regardless.
You have been there for me through
everything
Lean on me? Even if it feels awkward.
*please

I love the way your skin feels on mine.
when it is pressed against my back.

I love the way your hands feel,
when they slip around my waist.

I love the way your lips feel,
when they caress my neck and shoulder.

I love the way your teeth feel,
when they drag across my skin.

I love the way my body feels,
when your touches set my skin on fire.

I love the way your body feels,
when you move between my legs
and kiss my fevered skin.

I love the way you hold me close,
when you are heading towards blissful release
and your lips seek mine with great fervor.

I love the way you hold me after,
when you are spent from passion.

I love that  you never seem to get too close,
even when you are hurting.

I think I may love you?

I thought that once employed
I would sleep better at night

instead

I am sitting awake
Four in the morning

complaining.

It's too hot
I'm too cold

thinking.

Does he like me?
Does he want to stay with me?

writing.

Poetry because it's too dark
to edit the words on my walls.

worrying.

Will I have enough for rent?
Can I afford to keep my cat.

even though,

All I really want to do
is curl up next to the boy in my bed, and

sleep.

There's a boy in my bed.
The bandage on his arm
makes me afraid to hold him,
or to let him hold me.
I'm afraid to hurt him
or to cause him any more pain
than life has given him.

He's not handsome,
Not an amazing lover.
He's made bad choices in his life.
And some are his fault,
some were forced on him.

But I like him
and he whispers that he loves me
when he thinks I'm not paying attention.
I don't want to lie to him
I'm not sure if I love him.
But I love it when he's the boy in my bed.

I don’t understand why our friendship is so hard
I’m trying to support you
I’m trying to defend you
But you make no case for yourself
When you run your mouth
And spew all these things
That make everyone feel angry.
Do you not understand?
I am trying to love you.
I know it is hard, but please,
Let me know I'm not trying in vain.