#pda
They think we are gross
"Why don't you two get a room?"
I love PDA
Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 10:47 AM UTC
Hold me in public
As much as you do in bed.
I survive on PDA
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 5:12 AM UTC
There’s a knot in my throat,
as I frown
These shakes could have another meaning.
My jaw clenches as I force myself
To reassemble dialogues in my head.
Self pity is despicable,
But not as threatening as the self doubt
That wraps around my clouded memory
And squeezes my chest, in shame.
Disgust at uninhibited reactions
Expressions of false confidence.
Although I wish for nothing more than
To retract, erase, repatch
Gauged open wounds;
I need nothing more than
those I fear I've hurt
To heal my shame.
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 6:10 PM UTC
"You are out of his league"
I know
"You used to date football and rugby players."
I know
But haven't you seen the way he looked at me
How he dolls me up in dresses
The snuggles. Wine. Abalone and caviar.
You haven't seen the way
He waits for me with roses at the station.
Massaging me on a Friday night, ripping off
his tie to cover me with kisses.
The way he calls me "Princess" and builds me a blanket fort
So what if he is below my league
if he is the one picking out shoes for me carefully
and the one who holds me
When I cry, tears streaming down like a baby
I have a high league.
I know falcons will circle beauty.
At Davos, or maybe Boao.
But he is not out of my league, He is the league
I belong to.
Snow boots and suits through the Swiss snow.
Just to tuck me in
where my heart is at home
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
You are the center
of my entire universe.
Please, never let me go.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
Lips grace me like the sun to the horizon.
They greet me good morning
and bid a good night.
They whisper a thousand words
with just one motion:
a gentle kiss to my skin.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
The poison has left my veins.
Taken from me by pale lips
that were pressed to mine so gently, so lovely,
so sweet, so kind.
When his mouth parts mine
he leaves my lips cold.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
I noticed how freaked out they got
when that couple kissed in sight
or smiled just a little too wide
into each others’ adoring eyes
and it felt like compressed air
too many soggy molecules
packed into fleeting cold stares
because god forbid you be happy
and *you don’t get to have love
when I can barely sleep at night
because my silly ******* job
keeps me from what I really want
and I am always the depressed wolf
who gave up on finding meaning
from this **** storm we call life
so please, “get a ******* room”
you stupid storybook happy people
I don’t want you to remind me
that I used to want to care
or that my thoughts used to have
resemblance of a child’s wish list
just get out of our deteriorating lives
don’t ******* come here again
with your stupid storybook ****
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
Picture here. Picture there.
Laughing out loud.
Making fun of each other.
Talking in weird accents.
Saying "hi" to people you don't even know.
Dancing in a store.
Singing loudly and horribly.
Or mainly the things that's normally embarrassing.
Those are the things we usually do.
Making those things with them is not a wasted time.
That's what you call PDA
Public Display of Abnormality
Because of my friends,
I didn't learned to smile whenever things go wrong
But I learned how to stand again and again.
I can't be me without them.
They are a piece of me.
**Having only one friend doesn't matter at all
As long as the friendship is true.**
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
She is his
You can see it just from a glance
It can't be chance
that he sits so rigid
Their PDA almost frigid
in it's clockwork execution
we kiss now, here, then, when we should
Their public nature behind a hood
of do's and don'ts,
should, could so would,
but never must
never need.
I don't feel she's ever breathed
just for you, she
feels too insular.
Too
Egocentric
His posture is pride,
A look; a challenge
A touch: assurance
This one is mine
Look, don't touch
Envy me
But find your own
In his arms his serpent glows
and coils around his throat
dote
Their words are whispers of
solidarity
A secret society
who's key they ate,
their touches tempt fate.
You're going to hurt him
But for now she coils, and
boils his blood
and throws his rudder out of
control.
And he sits, a deadbolted frame,
clinging to a paper Mona Lisa
which could flap away
or, at any moment,
bore and
stray
But for now,
they're proud and
loud with public love.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC