twitter poems and hookah smoke,
long days and longer nights

all the boys suddenly see me
i am awake and in their minds
maybe in their hearts

i waited so long for this and now that it’s here
I can feel myself falling away

are you reaching? i search in your voice, your eyes,

the way you leaned toward me last night after your cigarette,
and the way i walked away

the feeling i get when you light up my phone
destroys me in the worst way

I want the reaching. I want to be kissing your shoulder, always.
I want to wake up to you every morning.

I remember the night on the bridge, you were gone,
he was with me, his arm around me,
the river was alive
and jumping with the lights of the city.

everything was so bright, so shiny,
when the ******* finally hit me
i felt everything

I reached for you and you were nowhere to be found
and he mistook me, pulled me tighter, and I looked up at him and saw my whole future there, on the bridge, without you, on the bridge

and later, you appeared. you were there and i was drunk and then we were drunk together. i left with you, and i know he watched us leave

later, again, in my room, we slept.