I love everything about her

She is a good girl
She loves poems
She loves funny jokes
She loves reading
She loves stargazing
She loves cooking
She loves her family
She loves her friends
She loves dogs
and I love her

But she loves her boyfriend.

The feelings of new sheets
and freshly shaven legs
The smell of the ocean
in a toasty summer air
The grin of someone you passed by
a shared joy among strangers
Find those little things
that make you happy
until it becomes a habit

45 seconds of peace
I opened my eyes
my hair afloat, and my toes kicking through the water
the ocean consumes me.
45 seconds of waves
crashing on my vessel
I am cleansed
I am new

i can’t write about what it feels like
to run my fingers through your hair
or feel your hands on my skin
(no matter how much i want to)
i can’t speak to the softness of your lips
or what it sounds like
when you whisper my name
(no matter how much i want to)
i don’t know what the skin on your hips
feels like after you’ve showered
or what it’s like to wake up
to your breath on my shoulder
(no matter how much i want to)
i can’t write about the feeling
of our skin
soft and rough
holding hands
(oh god, i want to)
i can’t write about you
in anything other than the abstract
no
matter
how
much
i
want
to