#speakingvolumes
In your pretty smile—
I meet yellow shivers;
footprints pressed in my words,
the lesson on how to speak
resting on the tongue’s first steps.
Darling…
my perfect sentence.
Our sloppy kisses
leave tears naked & sticky
on the edge of the world.
Trying to forget you
from the top of my head
is above dementia.
Snuggling close on the sofa;
saying little,
speaking volumes.
Magazines sprawled across your skin—
you have too many issues to press.
And me?
I'm just your newspaper headline;
giving my forehead extra head lines
thinking up another story and an excuse.
Because a lonely one
always dreams of two—
especially after hearing,
“I love you too.”
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
Sometimes people hate you for the way,
others love you.
J.M
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC