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  Feb 2015 Hannysha F
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
Hannysha F Dec 2014
love for me, i suppose
is the way my heart seems to feel
as if it's physically swelling when i think about
someone

and the way my eyes glisten when i look at them
or the way my breath catches
or the way my fingers tremble, sending tingles
to my fingertips
Hannysha F Nov 2014
bones wither under pressure
corrode slowly along with a seizure
if i could, i'd put them in a freezer
and pull the strings of my heart with a tweezer

grief creeps upon like a fever
a poisonous contamination you can't deter
infectious almost like a mindless chatter
think again why should it matter

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