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i keep putting these tiny little pills in my body, the doctors say it will build a wall between me and worry. with a little vaporized courage, the days grow shorter, and my thoughts grow long and languid. i reach into myself with eager hands; a child trying to grasp onto every tiny treasure with reckless, manic joy. i miss those sticky sweaty lethargic nights, when we would drink wine in the yard, and both scheme quietly of how to touch, sit just right, justify a kiss on the neck, forgetting that silence is a deadly giveaway. my eyes bore into you, frustrated knowing i had not stopped and could not stop myself from loving you, not from a thousand miles away and not with your face in my hands. we are cold, we bike together in silence and winter makes us short and dry and unsweet, and i try to remember your face from a few days ago, and i can’t. when the sun warms us up again, warm up to me. love me like the pounding in my stomach that tells me in your absence, that tells me i want to live forever and ever and ever.
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Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 10:33 PM UTC
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i keep putting these tiny little pills in my body, the doctors say it will build a wall between me and worry. with a little vaporized courage, the days grow shorter, and my thoughts grow long and languid. i reach into myself with eager hands; a child trying to grasp onto every tiny treasure with reckless, manic joy. i miss those sticky sweaty lethargic nights, when we would drink wine in the yard, and both scheme quietly of how to touch, sit just right, justify a kiss on the neck, forgetting that silence is a deadly giveaway. my eyes bore into you, frustrated knowing i had not stopped and could not stop myself from loving you, not from a thousand miles away and not with your face in my hands. we are cold, we bike together in silence and winter makes us short and dry and unsweet, and i try to remember your face from a few days ago, and i can’t. when the sun warms us up again, warm up to me. love me like the pounding in my stomach that tells me in your absence, that tells me i want to live forever and ever and ever.
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21/F/Philadelphia
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 10:33 PM UTC
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