The summer heat bled through every square inch of that attic room
You kept the windows open; claimed it would keep us a bit cooler
I wasn’t so sure, but I kept my mouth shut
The air up in New England wasn’t anything I knew
You brought a beer to your lips, took a few gulps and passed it over
I couldn’t look away this time, as your eyes caught mine
For a fearful few seconds, it felt like you could suddenly see all of me
Every thought I had, and how they were all of you
The can smelled a little like the joint we had shared
A young part of me I’ve started ignoring whispered
That your lips were just there, there where mine were about to be
I looked away, just in case you could see that thought too
The wind would blow South again and took me with it
Secretly, I wished you came with me and I wouldn’t be able to hide
Behind joints and beer cans and cameras and midnight blue
Your eyes would meet mine, everything would come into view
But in this life, I left my heart up in New England
Terrified to run towards you, just as scared to push you away
I didn’t know how to love a man in the light, a man like you
So I stayed put, convinced myself that nothing I felt was true
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 2:35 AM UTC
The summer heat bled through every square inch of that attic room
You kept the windows open; claimed it would keep us a bit cooler
I wasn’t so sure, but I kept my mouth shut
The air up in New England wasn’t anything I knew
You brought a beer to your lips, took a few gulps and passed it over
I couldn’t look away this time, as your eyes caught mine
For a fearful few seconds, it felt like you could suddenly see all of me
Every thought I had, and how they were all of you
The can smelled a little like the joint we had shared
A young part of me I’ve started ignoring whispered
That your lips were just there, there where mine were about to be
I looked away, just in case you could see that thought too
The wind would blow South again and took me with it
Secretly, I wished you came with me and I wouldn’t be able to hide
Behind joints and beer cans and cameras and midnight blue
Your eyes would meet mine, everything would come into view
But in this life, I left my heart up in New England
Terrified to run towards you, just as scared to push you away
I didn’t know how to love a man in the light, a man like you
So I stayed put, convinced myself that nothing I felt was true
My poems often feel too raw to share, but part of making art (to me, at least) is letting your work sit in the sun and turn yellow. That makes no sense, but nothing I say does. My dream is that one day, my nonsense brings some sense to someone out there.
