Not a day goes by that I don’t think
about the way your hands felt
intertwined with mine, or the way
your hair gently danced on your
shoulders, or how your dimples
would form into canyons when I
made you laugh, or how your
freckles were their own tiny
constellations in the night sky,
or how the sound of your voice
could calm the harshest storms,
or when I kissed you it felt like I was
myself and I was comfortable
with you, with us... and I can’t
shake the feeling that maybe
somewhere I went wrong... I was
silly to hide you from the world
when you deserved to be every
billboard in the world. I was young,
and you were the first girl I ever
kissed, and that scared me.

t.h.

chest on top of chest
hot and heavy breath
goosebumps all over
fingers wandering
mouths trailing off
skin is warm to the touch
stong arms hold me closer
show me what love really is.

t.h.

I hope you read this.
I hope when you hear these words,
your stomach becomes upset.
I hope that you spend time,
reading every poem I’ve sent.
I hope hearing this kills you.
none of the poems I’ve written, ones about falling in love, ones about being in love, and even falling out of love,
have never been about you.
frankly, because I never loved you.

t.h.

The sound of your heart beating is liking a ringing in my ear; playing for hours, upon hours. The regular thump of it engraved into my brain.

It sounds of a broken faucet,
letting droplets of water,
drip out one by one.

On nights when I cannot close my eyes, your beating heart plays through my head and I fall deeply, not only into sleep, but in love.

t.h.

my flesh
is your canvas.
your hands smooth over my body
like a paint brush.
my body is covered in goosebumps
adding texture to the picture.
my body is throbbing,
aching, for your brush strokes
long stokes, filled with passion
fast short quick strokes that leave me
breathless, gasping for air.
your hands continue to trace the
outline of my body, like a pen on paper
they graze my *******, your fingertips
grip around my ******* as you twist and
pull.
your lips come into contact with my pale pink ones, your tongue is a satin brush caressing mine, swirling your brush around the inside of my mouth like you were cleaning off the excess paint.
your lips trails off down my neck
your teeth nibble on my skin
creating a masterpiece of deep purple tones.
I crave every inch of you inside of me.

t.h.

A smile danced carelessly across your lips, as I playfully bit mine.

The moonlight peeked through the closed window above your bed, casting shadows that projected a film on your bedroom walls.

We were tucked away underneath the comforter that sat heavy on your mattress, giggling about god knows what.

Our hands were friendly than we thought. Your arms were holding me close to your chest, my fingertips grazed your open palm, we clasped them together.

My head sat upon your shoulder, your lips pressed against my forehead. This would be the moment I fell for you.


T.h.

You linger in my mind. I long for your touch, eyes on me, the feeling of strong hands on my body just once more. I crave the very being of your soul. Everything is telling us to stay apart but if I plug my ears, the only thing I hear is the blood rushing to my beating heart.

t.h.