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Aug 2016
A white blank page to start
I smell just like *** and my own sweat
Eat fruit in bed, write, fall asleep
A day of thinking and regurgitating
A feeling seizes my chest
When I think of us falling in love.

Its gloomy in the outskirts of my window
You called me just to talk
I admit the triggers that send me flailing
And imagine in my minds eye
Us side by side
I wear a beautiful gown
You a nice suit, maybe even a tux
And its not marriage that runs my mind
Its artistic palettes and a fulfillment
No man made institution could swallow.

I've been looking and hunting and searching
Until I just with an abrupt halt
Stopped
And it felt so good
Once I got it right.

You drilled my mirrors into the wall
I fed you fruit and lime
We take the time to unpack our innermost feelings
You say
"Miss you too, baby"
Baby baby
Never thought I'd hear that word again so soon
With such pure intention
And I worry
I worry we look and are too different
A gap between our ages
You are heavy and tall
As I linger and my eyes blossom
In your sweet arms
I gave it all away on top of you
Two nights ago
We sighed with relief and such extreme
Sweets
You looked just like you belonged in my bed.

Coffee, coffee
I could drink galloons of it
You understand the hustle
Like nobody else.

I'm falling so in love with you.
Please love me too.
OnwardFlame
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OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   mickey finn and NV
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