He kissed me so deeply I forgot whose air I was breathing

the thing about a
bad record on repeat is
after a while you start
to like it.

From the smell in your eye
And the look of your perfume
I assume you'll turn my room,
And sense, upside down and inside
                      out.

in between puffs of smoke
we locked eyes.
small rings escaping your mouth,
caressed my face;
light headed and mesmerized,
i found myself wanting a taste
directly from your lips.
the crown royal was not the only thing
that had me flushed
hearing you croak a raspy out-hale of my name

having a best friend means
to forget your manners
let’s stuff our faces
while we talk **** and
about the ****** up stuff
going on in our lives
or in our heads
telling you my secrets
is my way of promising
to always keep yours
you and i have a bond
that cannot be broken
because meeting you was like meeting my other half
and the phrase “best friends”
hardly does our relationship justice
you’re my sister
you’re my missing piece
without you i wouldn’t be me
my life would ****
100 times more than it does today
if i didn’t have you to be sucky with
i love you
forever and always

It's 1:01,
And things aren't that bad.
At 12 they were pretty bad,
But now they aren't.

At 12 things looked dim,
lots of fear, loneliness, and desperation.
But now it's 1:03 and everything's ok.

It's 1:04 and I'm not sad anymore.
I decided my few friends are good ones, too good to be lonely.

It's 1:06 and my headache has finally gone away.
I've got more energy than I had all day.

It's 1:07 and I'm happy that things worked out.

It's 1:08 and I just wanna say,
That you're gonna be ok.

There's something so
delicious
about getting caught
in a summer storm,
the chilled water droplets
penetrating the outer layers
of clothing,
soaking the overheated body
with unexpected
refreshment.

I heard all the squeals
and screams,
cries toward the sky
to close its open mouth,
to stop spitting down
on them
as they ran,
ducking cars,
looking for a rooftop
makeshift
umbrella.

I chortled
not so discreetly,
extending my arms
side to side
to catch the droplets
on my bare skin.

The rain felt so ****
as it slid down
my forehead,
slipping
slowly
across my lips,
sneaking down below,
into the crew cut
of my shirt.

Two blocks away from home,
most of the runners had run by,
the rest huddling below
the entrance to various shops
and bars,
I walked by, paying the stares no mind,
sporting a purported
half-crazed look,
while I truly exuded
exuberance,
ebullience,
liveliness.

The pouring
turned to
pittering, pattering,
gentle kisses from the
beads,
letting up just as I
approached my door,
like the universe knew,
and it let me
dance home
in the rain
before the sky shut its
wide-toothed grin,
and the storm was gone.

do your curtains and bedroom walls still whisper my name, or did hers overlap mine

everyone's in love with forests and forest fires but I'm just the gasoline and piles of sticks, you're the match