I see you sitting there comfortably blue
shin resting on your knees
mid sigh
why is everything i write caught in a sad moment
done

peel me like an orange
please
i want to feel open

hello body of summer,
I miss you
I was thinking of naming you beautiful
I'd rather call you mine again

I literally have whisky hidden in a piñata
this is not a poem
just a fact
I'm saving it for a rainy day

there are things I press after I write
I wish I could just jam screws through my fingers
and attach strings to them
to make myself a marionette
con a better writer to manipulate my hands
so I may become read by more than one

People only like me for my short poetry
its not good,
its just things people have said to me
about the girl I love
I just wanna see some words I actually wrote
getting appreciated

I was dissecting a box of candy today
and I thought of her I found one that had a warped smily face and it just seemed to be how I feel around you
skewed and distorted
i rested that heart on my tongue and it melted in my mouth

Whenever I get cold I think of you
because I put on my warm yellow sweater the same one that you have
because it gives me a feeling like you're near me
(happy)