gf - Hello Poetry

gf Feb 2014

i wish that they hadn't used such heavy duty ink
to mark my hands with x's
because then the sweat would have washed them away
and maybe i'd have a chance.

the title goes to Arctic Monkeys- No. 1 Party Anthem
I saw them last night and may or may not have felt some severe attraction to the drummer and bassist of the opening band because WOW

gf Jan 2014

i don't know what i really want

i can always hear him in that stupid song
and that stupid
gooey
rush of blood and
rapid heartbeat in my ears
happens when we make eye contact
and i look away and pretend
not to have been looking at him
but i was. and he knows i always do.

and sometimes i like to imagine what his hands feel like
what his plush lips would taste like up against mine
and what it would take to get him to smile with the one dimple.
i imagine holding his hand and wearing his jackets
because i bet that they always smell good.
i imagine going to see his band and laughing at how much they ****
but then asking him to sing for me later.

i like to imagine
what it would be like
to not get my hopes up
to not fall head over heels
over a stupid school-girl crush.
i like to imagine
what it would be like
to know how i feel
and how he feels
even if he doesnt.

gf Jan 2014

falling short

i wish that my fingers
could write the words
and paint the pictures
of a beautiful life
played out in my mind

gf Dec 2013

reminder

i wake up sometimes
after accidentally falling asleep
and the icicle lights outside my window
and the glow-in-the-dark-stars
on my ceiling
start to look like heaven.
and then i remember

(g.f)

gf Dec 2013

headed insane

and i bite down on my tongue
and the shaking stops.
i don't know if the shaking
comes from the cold
or the anxiety of peoples eyes,
but all i know, is that the shaking comes back
twice as fast as before
and now it's spreading
from my teeth
               to my jaw,
                     to my hands,
                          to my fingertips.
                               my knees are buckling.
                                           my ankles are tightening
                                                      my chest is heaving.
every breath that leaves my lungs
comes out quivering.
and now i think i can taste blood,
so i shove my hands deeper into my pockets
and pull my shoulders up higher.

"it's just the cold."
"i'm fine."

gf Dec 2013

Untitled

i
don't
want
to
be
alone
but
it's
the
only
thing
i'm
good
at

gf Dec 2013

Untitled

i
don't
want
to
be
alone
but
it's
the
only
thing
i'm
good
at