The nights between
are stained with
wine and ***
I can lick my lips now
and taste the
forgetfulness
I wanted you off
my mind and
out of my heart

The way he sat
strumming gently
on four strings
with a light softly
touching his cheeks
I couldn't help but be
wrapped entirely
in his existence
falling hopelessly
into that sweet song

We have completed
the lunar cycle
the phasing of the moon
with each day revealing
more of our bare selfs
you have become a sticky tide
that tugs at my bare feet
begging me to become
one with the water and
learn to fight the land

I am a work in progress
And each day I chip away
at who I was
and begin to reveal
who I am
I have started a
revolution within my
bones that has pushed
me to my limits
I have shaken the foundation
of my beliefs and have
shouted in the face of my
insecurities
Though I will never
be perfect
I will be
true to my nature

I close my eyes
pikit mata
and except my reality
I want a clear head
and the ability to
forgive and forget

I want coastal drives
and earl grey tea
at 8 a.m. on a
wednesday morning

I want to be free
from past mistakes
and escape my
lapse of judgement
I want you
in every way
but somehow
I have to
want myself

What I wouldn't give to
roll over and walk my fingers
across the sheets
to be met by the softness
of your skin
I would take your chin
between both of my palms
and feel your eye lashes
with mine
I'd kiss your lips and
I would linger

It gives me goosebumps
when you bite my neck
and pull my hair
I fight myself
attempting to keep
my breathing soft
and to keep you
pressed against
my fingertips