J’aime les filles.
Ils sont merveilleuses.
Tous les filles sont jolies,
Mais vous savez quand vous trouvez cette fille parfait,
La fille qui allume la salle avec son sourire
Et qui vous laisse à bout de souffle?
Quand vous de céder à cette lumière
C’est comme elle vous a éclairé de l'intérieur et le monde vous donne la clé du bonheur.
Alors, si c’est la première fois,
La deuxième fois,
La centième fois,
Ne verrouillez-pas vous dans l'obscurité.
Lumière-vous, jusqu'à ce que vous brillez.
Permettez-vous prélasser dans la lumière parce que,
Ma jeune fille,
Vous aimez les filles aussi.

I love girls.
They are wonderful.
All girls are pretty,
But you know when you find that perfect girl,
The girl who lights up the room with her smile and who takes your breath away?
When you give in to that light
It’s like you are lit from within and the world has given you the key to happiness.
So, if this is the first time,
The second time,
The hundredth time,
Do not lock yourself in the dark.
Light yourself, until you shine.
Allow yourself to bask in the light because,
My young girl,
You love girls too.

(Apologies if the French is incorrect, it is not my first language.)
kiley g May 9

blood of the covenant,
thicker than the water of the womb.
pale and paler birth want
of healthy contrast and muscles
decontracting and heartbeats
slowly slowing and freckles invent
a dance across her kiss across my lips.
she ties a celtic knot around my throat,
suffocating in a pretty way,
a pretty bruise for the pretty pale place.
if we use our naked limbs
to trace our lineage back thousands
of millions of years we find
a common ancestor or two.
i am not Adam or Eve and neither is she
able to break her tree branch bones
and fit herself into one of them,
to mold herself into the shape of a perfect
untainted human.
so we forget our roots,
we are flowers picked by
circumstance and hardship and
pale skin is not reflective. we let ourselves
recollect in
shaking breaths and ruffled hair and
ruffled feathers and loose vetements and
a whisper that tears the sheets and tapestries:
i love you.

lc May 3

the laddering of my ribs creak
like water-stained cherrywood stairs;
tread lightly, lest you
stir the dust and the ghosts
that dwell underfoot,
‘neath the cracked floorboards
of my skin.

i have but a simple request:
               rid yourself of your lungs
               and fill up the empty spaces
               with used coffee filters,
               crinkled wrapping paper, and
               forlorn hope. do
cast aside
               the shroud of indecision?, for
               that winding sheet will only
               hold you down between
               your shoulderblades, like
               framed butterflies pinned on paper
               with needles of stone and salt.

stay with me tonight.
we will be taxidermy birds
on marionette strings
with crumbled concrete
between our talons,
the afterimages
of neon diner signs
stamped into our inner eyelids
oscillating, phantasmic.

we'll sing elegies in spring
rock sugar on our tongues—
               there are staves of music
               written in the lining of your mouth
               and in the webbing of your hands
––as Sappho might say:
girls, sweetvoiced.

oh! but to think
that the starfire in your eyes
could be extinguished
by the tears you shed;
i’ll return my heart to the constellations
for you

posting content??? in MY account?????? it's more likely than you think
sleepy Apr 21

I never thought I’d fall in love
of course, I am always falling in love, but never with you
I was staying emotionally disconnected
and that was intentional
for my heart is too big for my body
it is so full of love and heartbreak
that there is no more room for joy

I didn’t want to fall in love with you
and it was never a worry of mine
but I never expected you to go beyond using me
and I never expected myself to go beyond using you
but look at us now
two souls on the brink of love
filled to the brim with beauty and joy
there’s no looking back now

this one is about my cute girl. i miss her and i obviously caught feelings for her
sleepy Mar 1

you smiled at me today
as your eyes met mine
it was like a sugar cookie in my heart
soft and warm and sweet
you left me wanting more

but the second our eyes broke
and I was no longer immersed in blue
I was alone
alone with my anxiety and my fucked up head
alone to realize I had made a terrible mistake

I miss you more than ever now
though it’s only been a couple hours
I long for your kiss and your embrace and your skin on my skin
but most of all
I long for your eyes

so,,,,, this happened
sleepy Feb 26

I cannot tear my eyes away from the sky
they are bound together with needle and thread
although I do not mind

I will never grow tired of her amber glow in the mornings
her cerulean hue mid afternoon
and her cotton candy pinks and purples in the evenings
but my favorite has always been the night sky

I am in love with the milky white face of the moon
and the glittery speckles of stars
creating swirls of silver and white
on a canvas of black

I often venture outside late at night
just to see her
she is the Juliet to my Romeo
a beautiful masterpiece I have always loved
but am unable to touch

no this is not an indirect at someone else, I am literally writing love poetry about the sky because humans are dumb and the sky will never break my heart
sleepy Feb 10

my dear
you are not a girl
you are the constellation Andromeda
chained
you think you are alone
but believe me, my dear
you are surrounded by admirers on all sides
I am one
but I am so far
I can only admire you from grassy hills
in the middle of nowhere
where the city lights will not drown you out
but when I do
you are so lovely, my dear
the long drive
to see you
will always be worth it
you are truly breathtaking

I'm writing about a girl again, but I'm not quite sure who. Maybe it's the moon.
sleepy Jan 28

I know a girl with eyes like oceans,
encircled by eyelashes like butterfly wings.
her hair is straight and thin and the color of sugar cookies.
she has the face of the moon.
when she speaks, her eyes widen and her voice shakes.
she makes my head spin.
but she doesn’t love me.

I know a girl with hair that is never one color.
it is short and frizzy but beautiful nonetheless.
her eyes are big and round,
and brown like coffee with too much milk.
she is ripped jeans and black shirts and drum sets.
her heart is rough but her hands are soft and small.
she makes my heart ache.
but she doesn’t love me.

I know a girl with skin like peaches in the summer,
and cream in the winter.
her hair is long and brown like chocolate.
she has a smile like the sun,
and a heart like the fire on its surface.
her eyes are rainy days,
but her lips are summer sunsets.
she makes my hands shake.
she tells me she loves me,
but I’m not sure if I believe her.

I have so much love in my heart.
all I need is someone to give it to.
but she doesn’t love me.

sleepy Jan 5

Aphrodite, goddess of love
twist your branches of willow around me
gust your warm winds against my numb skin
cover my tongue in the taste of strawberries and chocolate.

I want to sing the sound of you
I want to know the feeling of your lips on mine
I want to be loved.

I am all too familiar with unreciprocated love
it tastes bitter, like black coffee and raw sage
I long for a sweeter taste
I long for someone to numb the sting.

so come to me, my dear
there is no need to be afraid
I will make you a cup of galaxies
it will taste like hot chocolate with extra milk
together
we will connect the constellations at the bottom of your cup.

lynn avarice Dec 2016

it shocks me to think that i let you touch me the way that you did,
your fingers dipped into my skin and an arm slung my neck.
you left an imprint that will never leave.
i have rubbed my skin pink and raw countless times but i am never truly clean.
who am i more disgusted with?
myself,
     for letting this happen?
          or you,
               for still having the nerve to get so close- hot breath prickling the back of my neck, sparking skin, inferno eyes- and tell me our game is done?

yes, the game i was never told we were playing... every tiny motion, every syllable, every touch… just a simple strategy to win.
i was unknowingly an opponent that you sought to knock down.
you never even let me know the rules.
now you flinch at the touch you once so lovingly leaned into.
(i use the word “lovingly” sarcastically, of course. you and i both know that, to you, there is no such thing as love. only winning or losing.)

so, you’ve emerged a victor. what’s your prize? tears that leave me hollow on the inside? midnight migraines while i long for a love that will never come?

does it fill you with satisfaction to watch the way i tremble when you come near?

you keep the trophies of every body you’ve invaded along the shelf of your room. i’m sure you run your finger over the plastic lip and think about the way her breath hitched and eyes fluttered shut when you did the same to her. she tastes like golden-plated achievements, doesn’t she?

but what you already have is not enough. you are constantly on the lookout for another medal, another souvenir from her heart.

you will make her laugh, deep from her stomach that causes her head to snap back. her chest will feel heavy when she looks at you.
(but it is not love.)
you will give her those half-lidded gazes and whisper in her ear and trace patterns into her side.
(but it is not love.)
you will get close- far too close.
(but it is not love.)
then you will sever that thin thread between you both.
     dip it in gasoline.
          set it on fire.
               add fuel to the flames with a few venomous words.

but you are not to blame.

it is never your fault, is it?
misunderstood,
that’s what you are.

acrylic fingertips
and regurgitated phrases.

to you, and to the girl that is everything you hated about me.
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