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Rachel Sterling Oct 2010
again it begins
the fast beating drums
the dizzying dance

on and on it goes
this is what it’s like
what it’s always like
in the first couple weeks

so

why not?

how do I know
in a few short weeks
if anything is going
to be good for me

quite simply

I

Don’t.
Copyright Rachel Sterling
Rachel Sterling Sep 2010
You're a bundle of contradictions
You're gorgeously insecure.
You're an arrogant disaster.
I want you all the more for it.
Rachel Sterling Sep 2010
Alone.
That's what it is
I feel so alone
sitting here

Doesn't matter how nice they are
or how handsome
I just end up here
in a state of solitude
emotionally drained

a vast empty
void of anything that resembles
the gregarious, gorgeous girl
of last night

but isn't this really me?
empty
empty and alone
Copyright Rachel Sterling
Rachel Sterling Sep 2010
I want to know you.
All your ***** secrets,
Your favorite successes,
And your biggest failures.
Who do you admire?
How you sleep at night?
Your deepest thoughts...
What you look like when you wake up in the morning.
Your biggest fears?
What brings you the most joy?
I want to know you.

‘Cause 3 days
was never enough
time

I need to know you, honey
I’m thirsting to know you.
I’m starving to feel;
to understand you.
I want to taste you on my tongue,
mull you over like a fine wine,
then sip some more.
I want to get drunk on the beauty of your person
and pass out in the hazy comfort of your arms

‘Cause 3 days
was just never enough
time

every thing you say
every thing you think
intrigues me.
where did you get your scars?
how did you break your nose?
your sisters.
your father.
the flaws you talk about so much.
i want to know everything

3 days wasn’t and never will be enough.
Copyright Rachel Sterling
Rachel Sterling Sep 2010
I love the way your body fits with mine
when we’re lying side by side,
your arms wrapped around me holding me tightly

I love the way your hair looks when it’s a mess
and more so
when I’m running my fingers through it as I walk by.

I love the way you get flustered
when I tease you about other women,
defending your honor and looking mildly upset

I love all these things and many more
but mostly

I am just and simply
very fond of you.
Copyright Rachel Sterling
Rachel Sterling Sep 2010
the game has ceased to be fun
you don’t want to settle anymore
you’re so bored with waiting
waiting for him to show up
waiting for him to notice you’re
right
there
hold on my dear

**you’re far too young to be so jaded little girl
Copyright Rachel Sterling
Rachel Sterling Sep 2010
Poetry
Prose
It matters not
what I decide to write.
I think with the thoughts of a poet.

I live. I laugh. I occasionally love.
This outlet keeps me going.
It keeps me sane.

Perhaps it’s pretentious
assuming that this a viable outlet,
but it just flows.

It’s not particularly hard.
It doesn’t take much thought.
It’s simply nice.
Easy
Flawed, but beautiful

Like humanity itself.
Perhaps I am pretentious
Sitting here drafting this on my Mac Book
Hoping this makes sense.

Maybe I’ll read this later and decide I hate it.
Maybe I haven’t had enough coffee yet.

Or maybe this is honest and gorgeous.
Maybe this is exactly what I should be doing.
Copyright Rachel Sterling

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