The creak of a door,
A sliver of light
Slips and illuminates the evergreen tops.
A sigh of relief echoes between our two walls.
I hear the flick of a lighter.
An orange glow appears.
Floating about an arms length away from a dark shadow mostly hidden
behind the evergreens i always complain of.
We end up mimicking each others actions
Swimmers in a line,
Diving in at the same time.
Synchronizing the timing of raising
our separate cigarettes to
our separate lips,
It’s a small solace,
Two strangers, simultaneously trying to **** themselves just a bit quicker
The only form of intimacy we know at this point in life.
Ash, take a drag, ash, take a drag
Rinse and repeat
The wash cycle is almost over
We puff away together
Until one of us tires or hits the ****.
I once again, hear;
The creak of a door,
A sliver of light illuminates the tight knit needles.
I hear a gentle slam,
In his own way, a goodnight
we have an intimacy no one can mimic
make an appearance
so will you.
i was 17 when i wrote this
It ends with a whisper,
A handwritten letter
My brain doesn’t understand how to get from
Point A to Point B
Without hitting Z, F, G, P
A symbiotic drum
Beating to our heartbeats
My mind doesn’t know
How to count from one to ten
Without bringing twelve and ninety
To bubble up in between
It is a potion gone wrong in all honesty
I don’t go from being friends to acquaintances
Its all or nothing
Love and hate
Lust and disgust
There is no middle ground
Thats the problem.
i dont know how to be normal
Is tracing my fingers down your cheekbone,
Following the edges of your jaw,
Watching your gaze drink in my touch.
Is hearing your voice
Murmuring into my ear as I drift off,
Divulging secrets only lovers would know.
Is feeling your warmth.
Envelope me like a safety net under a trapeze
A circus act for two.
Is our eyes meeting across a crowded room.
Fully well knowing that we weren’t prepared,
To feel the red strings tugging at each other;
Begging to be closer.
i never believed in fate or kismet or coincidences until
my eyes drifted to yours whenever i went out
keep your eyes closed love.
s all you have to
l is to what the sound
of the w s
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"
When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
I had coffee and a cigarette for breakfast
So yeah I'm doing fine
I've become good at taking weight off of other peoples shoulders
Searching for happiness in everything