i open my arms to the wind and find it uncomfortably still
there is something eerie about the way you can be submerged in something (or someone) but feel nothing
i wave my hands back and forth like a cab-call to feel it on my skin
the first time a boy kissed me i asked him not to. he held me tight while no one was around told me he would not let go until i did. i called it love.
now i write poems. and maybe i shouldn't write poems for men that i have only looked at from across a room and maybe i shouldn't tattoo his name in hearts on my arms and go on honeymoons before the wedding
but if i'm being honest i have so much to give that the fantasy of you and me makes me think that maybe up is down and down is up and that for once, maybe falling might not be so bad
when you teach me parkour you tell me there are softer ways to land tuck, roll, spin out, land gently on your toes falling is not the worst thing if you do it right but it takes time to learn and if i am honest i am writing love poems before i've learned to rhyme or reason recite to you my flat lines trying to turn the snaps into a CPR jumpstart for love plug into you a broken battery, just trying to recharge all of my rusty parts that I, lay before you as if getting ******* would fix the gaping hole in my chest thats been out of commission for years now
when you tell me i am _ and introduce me to your best friends i feel the walls fall down like piles of clothing around us like makeup washing down a drain like scrubbing rust off an old pan i stand here raw and real, and still you tell me i can stay over for the first time in a long time i say "id like that" press two lips to a forehead and two hands to a chest take a moment to take in the man that is lying so beautifully next to me lying so beautifully next to me lying so beautifully to me my body hits pavement
i would really appreciate any honest feedback on this poem. what is your take on what the message is? what confused you? what parts sounded awkward? are there any lines you loved?