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Taylor Aug 2013
I twitch in the middle of the night
And it feels like the love is trying to
tear through me
Right underneath my skin
Is a raging river
Flooding up my insides with
you
The stars were twinkling in the sky
As bright as your eyes were
When I first unbuttoned your blouse
And they haven't stopped yet,
No, they're still piercing through me
Like two supernovas-

I caused it

I was the catastrophe that made them

You told me that if I knew my directions
I could find the key to your heart
So I searched through the rubble
Of all of the dead end lovers that had come before
And the only place that I forgot to check
Was right *between your fingers
Taylor Aug 2013
you have freckles right underneath your eyes
right in the place where i plant kisses
like the floorboard that I step on
every time I take off my shoes
when i go to bed
- i have half moons,
bags that i carry through the day-
they'll lead you to places when the time comes
- those baby blue sheets
that i hide under at night
are the same beautiful color
that i see
when i peek out from under the covers
- the place on your neck
that you say you hate
i know i can't make you love it more
but i'll kiss all of the bruises
i'll try to wash them away
along with the chills
that run like rivers
down my spine
every time you leave
that taste
on me
Taylor Aug 2013
your lips have receded
they no longer come in waves
they flow away from me
and they don't turn back
Taylor Aug 2013
i waited for the roller coaster
         with my feet in a puddle
that reflected all the words you had said to me
the incline on the coaster jogged my memories of you
made my brain feel - cluttered
the rush that I got, as I got spun around and pushed under,
was almost as blissfully painful as the memories of you left in my head
Taylor Aug 2013
Forty days and forty nights
                                                that's how long I want to *******
I don't mean to bring parables into this
                                I just need to be the butterflies in your stomach
like Jonah and the whale
                   * You're so far from the devil,
But, you're tied to Hell's ankles
                I want to be Moses
                         *  your legs can be the sea

I don't think you know how much I adore you
Taylor Aug 2013
I don't mean to say all of these wordy riffs
All I'm trying to say is that
I want the tufts of your hair
in my brittle open hand
I want my fingers in every nook,
Every room in your mind
I want something to latch onto
When our bodies are rendering smoke
Taylor Aug 2013
you **** with the books on my shelf
and the only thing i ask of you
is to put them back
in the correct order
so that once they're in place
they fit together
exactly the way they were
before you touched them
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