#clinginess
Do not cling to me
and our past together
instead stand back to see
the me still to be
a flowing brook
with floating leaves
and other pieces of earth.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 11:37 AM UTC
like golden honey i sink into your eyes
the runny liquid coating the throat of my vision
its sweetness runs amok and invades my palate
and pierces my airways
rendering even breath
thick with it substance
towards the shores of your pools
i swim
but the viscous fluid forbids my movement
and we begin to thirst for water
simple and noiseless water
bitter and bland water
to solve our sweetness
i’ve asked for too much, honey
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 9:56 AM UTC
A touch,
A subtle understanding.
Never commanding,
Yet body language demanding
For the attention. For the affection.
An awkward gift; the thought that counts,
Wishing for your smile upon every ounce
Of effort their hearts pronounced.
The “I’m here for you”s, the “I’ve been there too”s.
They hold you when you cry—
Perhaps it’s because I was never held as a child
That I do it so easily.
They see me, for all that I am;
I was once an innocent sham.
**** I blurted out my thoughts in the moment.
They don’t scare.
Mirrored stare
Back ...at... me.
I always associated “friends” with “ends.”
A touch, a subtle gesture of reciprocated love
From friends.
I find myself, not alone, with the safehood of vulnerability.
_Please don’t go. I need you._
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC