in a sea of roses so brilliant and bright i'd give you a bouquet with their petals in color from red to white to yellow to blue and watch the casting shades beam in your eyes worth more than an iris with love deep as a lily and whenever i'm with you i see a field of dandelions because you are worth so much more then a garden of roses
A heart can beat Without oxygen For a minute Starlight gleam For an eternity seem A gander can fly Across the open sky Till it's out of sight And yet noone can reach you Noone even tries Because even fools recognize The unobtainable Untouchable height That is your virtuous value In my eyes
I don’t change my sheets for days after you visit. My squished hands guide a lazy version of my body to the bed that invites me to crawl on top of your dry sweat. My torso sprawls into the dream of ******* transpired. I like the nest that we created, lounging against a mattress I pushed in the corner. Tee shirts slouched into the crevices against the wall, And my five pillows circling our old tangled limbs. ; **** is a shield, A disguise of telling your eyes where to look. Eyelashes against eyelashes. Your iris seized a blanket And buried a dilated pupil underneath. This is the facade of being *****. You’re still wearing skin. A mattress will not preserve sensuality, But my quilt will hold my body together Until I find the pants I threw across the carpet.
It’s getting colder out and I’m really excited to go back to school next semester. I say that but it’ll probably get really old not being able to go out and do things whenever I want, although I am pretty sick of the smell of cascade hops on your breath as you tell me something about some thing about something- I wonder if I’ll ever be in a relationship where I don’t have to sneak into the bathroom to *******. Tomorrow marks a year of my life I’ve spent with you. The air is getting colder and I wonder how many things in my life I’ve romanticized. I thought about you cheating on me right when I was about to *** and it didn’t even ruin it for me, maybe I could turn it into a kink. A year ago you slapped me and then came, now you’ve got me flat out on the ground and you’re walking all over me instead. You were ****** today so I get to write an angry poem. I get to sit in my little corner and write some words nobody will ever read. I wonder if I’ll always be laying on the bathroom floor making myself ***. I imagine each of the bathrooms- The one on 5th street, my apartment but I guess she called it hers too, always with the light off and in the shower because I was ashamed. A handful of times in the one on the North side, usually light on because I was home alone. The shower was running just in case. Door locked. This one- with stains of my love leaking out each corner I turn, my towel on the rack and my thong on the floor and our single tooth brush in the cup. my soap in the shower and my makeup stains on the mirror and the time I got up and closed and locked your bathroom window because your friend got robbed through the burglars breaking in through a cracked window and you were scared and I wanted to make you feel safe in your home. I’d love to leave this city. I’d love to go somewhere where the weather isn’t so bad, it really affects my moods in so many ways. I’d like to be a little bit shorter, too, smaller in general. I want to take up less space. I always take people aback with my height and my ***** and the sharpness of my voice. Sometimes I want to blend in but it’s always me asking to stand out. I love you today as I did then.
I’m in a bad mood cuz I got weird high I don’t mean any of it