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Joshua Aug 2020
I've started to notice hand/finger marks

on the things I touch most;
like the back of my guitar’s neck,
the screen of my old phone or
the letters ’N’, ‘I’ and ‘K’ on my laptop keyboard.
It strikes me now that there must be a similar wear
on the
spot above your hip bone.
I wonder if sometimes you run your
fingers across it
and miss me.
Joshua Mar 2020
Because in all of my chaos,
in all of my destruction,
she’s given me a place to feel safe.

She’s given me a sanctuary.
Joshua Aug 2019
For the first time this year, I smiled.
Joshua Aug 2019
We walked the streets to the shore,
our feet filled with sand.
We are displaced but comfortable,
your arms wrapped around me.

We hummed songs from the 80s,
under the glow of the moonlight.
We are everywhere at once,
I don't ever want to leave this island.
Joshua Aug 2019
We’re all broken.

It’s a ******* game.

A ******* puzzle.

It’s a game of finding the right person
whose broken pieces fit with yours.
Joshua Aug 2019
You are my retreat.
You are my escape.

You are the one thing that takes me away
from all the ******* in life.

You saved me from me.
Joshua Aug 2019
I want more for you than I do for myself.
with you, parts of me felt whole.

with you, parts of me felt home.

And now I’m a body.
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