stephanie Nov 22

Our lips were just barely touching each other, but enough that I could still feel his lips on mine.
Neither of us knew it at the time, but we were both, once again, freaking out on the inside. Thinking, “I really wanna kiss him/her…. Is this okay? … Should I do it?” which lead to a “fuck it. I’m going in. what’s the worst that could happen?”
Even though I didn’t have far to go, I kissed him like we were feet away from each other. Miles away from each other. That’s what the force felt like, the energy behind the kiss. It felt like coming home. Every muscle in my body tensed up and my blood turned to foam. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to live in that “first kiss” moment forever. With his left palm on my side, he grabbed me, trying to fit all he’s ever wanted into a fist. I did the same. Everything fell into place within those few minutes; and although it was dark outside, my whole world shifted from night to day.

we were the one thing in the galaxy god didnt have his eyes on
stephanie Nov 18
,,

I like being the last to close my eyes
before a kiss
so I can get one last glimpse of those eyes

stephanie Nov 16

you're sleeping next to me again
its a good feeling. a safe feeling.
i didnt know that this is what i've really been looking for
for so long.
i want this moment to last forever.
it does now.

stephanie Nov 16

i just love being
around him. i miss him when
he's not around. stay//

stephanie Sep 6

this familiar taste of yearning
leaves a bad aftertaste on my tongue
it tastes like yours
soft and warm

its missing you
its the thought of being held
in your arms
on  nights like these
when all my focus is
directed towards your texts
and your voice
that makes me forget about
my own existence

we have time set aside in the future
but this is now
and right now
i am missing you.

hello i miss my boyfriend a lot
stephanie Jul 26

The air is thick and heavy here
I've lost the familiar feeling
Of cold, wet moss under my
Bare feet.

My lungs are full.
There are no clear signs of a storm,
The leaves haven't exposed their
Light backs,
And the clouds remain white, pure, and puffy.

Cicadas wind up and scream their song
Under the blazing southern sun.

When I look towards the horizon
The mountains have faded out of view.
I'm no longer enclosed by miles and miles of appalachia.
Instead all I see is sky ---

The soft blue tint of Georgia.

stephanie Jul 23

on my sheets
and in my clothes

warm on my neck
and on my lips

soft on my skin
and cold at my hips

ever-present and lingering
on my soul that you
hold so gently
in the palms of your hands --

so delicately.

Next page