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Jun 2014
I wanna be with you on a million different days in a million different ways

I want my sheets, my pillows, my towels and my hair to smell like you

I want to leave your side with your geography memorised,

to the point where if I needed to, I could write flash card upon flash card

about your face, your smile, your thighs, your throat

I don't want you to be my boyfriend

I don't want you to say you love me

I just want you to stay right in that spot,

that spot right above me

rocking into me, you're so funny.

I want to walk around every day with a new mark from your mouth or your hands

on my throat from where you ****** me a gentle apology;

for before when you throttled me so hard I saw stars

when everything went black all I saw was you

and woke up proud of those marks too

I don't want you to be my boyfriend

I don't want you to say you love me

I just want you to stay right in that spot,

that spot right above me

rocking into me, loving me
musings of a recently turned adult, adult relationships are really weird? mostly about a boy who I don't love who doesn't love me but I want to love him and I want him to love me
N T
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