#10wordpoems
A possibility
has arisen
in reality and
in my heart
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 10:42 AM UTC
You ripped me open like a present on Christmas Day.
Cold hands in a warm bed on a dark night.
The Eskimos and butterflies taught me how to kiss you.
You smell like cinnamon and shampoo and too many tears.
Jumping rope and sticky grins and blacktop promises in chalk.
I would trade my sanity for another kiss with you.
Sharing music with you was like reading you my diary.
Soiled sheets tell stories I could never bear to share.
Sometimes I wonder if you really smoke to **** yourself.
You taste like sin and safety at the same time.
I remember holding your hand, never wanting to let go.
Kiss me like I am oxygen and you're on Mars.
The lines on your hands are rivers, whispering your past.
Good music and elephants and heartbreak remind me of you.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
Yes, you left.
but yet here remain? Innate and insurmountable.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
And
every
breath
I
inhaled
and
exhaled,
tasted
like
you
.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC