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Jan 2015
So excuse me while I gush,
So sorry I say--my voice ringing so high
Yep--thats particles of my weary heart all on the floor.
You might have not noticed it before
But thats because a shield normally resides
But now its all just guts and vulnerability at my door.

I've got, gotta get, gotta embrace
About a million different jobs
But you hand me that $20 bill, like it don't mean nothin' at all
Let me know how my dialect swims around us
But we can argue over the difference
Between mermaid
Or siren.

Don't get attached, too fast
We both whisper internally
But I think its too late
Crying in your shoulder
You make me wanna be bolder
Than I have ever been before.

I know you gotta go,
You know I gotta go
We all gotta go
And if I could, I would eat my poetry
Like the stir-fry
I made you,
Last night.

But stare into my face for enormous lengths of time
I will whimper and say your name late into the night
Our vampiric intoxication flooding any venue
And I know you have lived so much
Seen so much, your past licks your heart
From time to time
But I could hold your heavy heart
In the palm of my hand, ever so gentle
What if we aren't meant to find another?

Pound the comforter on my bed
When you kick my *** in video games
I like the way we talk so much ****
As we click A, B, and C
Excuse my little boy grimace
On our own controllers
But I gotta dance for you, my midriff
Speaking volumes and leaving you saying
"You are the sexiest person I know."

Bring me to you, in a place I have never known
We could explore the world, I'll brush up on
A language I use to know, as your laughter plays
And lands in waves, in my head.

This doesn't have to be the end.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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