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Jun 2011
This is a thank you
For everything you do
For looking at me that way you do
With your blue
Well, sometimes, green eyes.

For sitting alone with your guitar
For asking for my number
No matter how bizarre,
How strange I’ve seemed

I’ve seemed to interrupt something.
Some, Thing,
Much bigger than me.
And I don’t want to distract your beautiful soul
I don’t want to strengthen your devilish ego

But I can’t help but miss you
And wish for you
Wanna kiss you
Talk to fish with you
Lie in bliss with you

I know you have to stop doing
And start being
But please
Don’t go.

We could meditate for hours
make halos out of flowers
dream of superpowers
If you’d like.

You can kiss at my door so sweet
It tasted like melted iced tea
**** all the ice cream off my teeth
If you’d like

You can push me up the tallest trees
Even if I cry and scrape my knees
I’ll climb any mountain if I can be next to you
Even though I’m scared of heights.

We can just walk, too.
Around, anywhere we want to
We can talk about anything that crosses our mind
Or say nothing at all, and just hold hands

Nothing takes my breath away
Like the tingling touch of your nervous palm
Whispering against my thigh
Your fingers tracing strange patterns on my backbone.
Quivering. Shivering.

I’ve never felt so sure
About anything before
Nothing feels as real
As your tiny snores
next to me.

I know you have to leave
Not to do, but to be
So you can reach
some sort of
Awake
that I don’t really understand

But just promise me
Please.
Be.
Near me.
I want to hold your hand.
Christina McCourt
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