it's just a t-shirt but
there's something comforting
about how it carries
the smell of your worn out sheets

There's a strange comfort in the backseat
Watching sheets of water slide
Down the windshield,
Casting shadows on the skin
You already fear is too dark.
The music is gone, faded and
I'm glad you can hear the
Hitch of my breath as your
Hands find their way to my hair.
None of the windows are covered in fog,
Everything is in view.
Hands and words and mouths
Melting together like
Spring green mixing with rain,
And all I can feel and
All I can see is that
This is how it's supposed to be.

I love flowers but
I feel it cruel to rip them
From their roots, their home,
Simply so I can look at them longer.

Kind of like how I feel it cruel
To take away pieces of someone
Just so you don't miss out
On their beauty,
Simply so you can feel it longer.

the way your skin
matches the earth
makes me fall in love
with both
just a little more

there are as many
thoughts in my head
and
weights on my heart
as there are
shades of green
on the trees in spring

I got drunk one night
and told you your eyes
look like dirt.
What I wasn't sober enough
to say was that your eyes
actually remind me of the Earth.

I got drunk one night
and told you that your hair
smells like rain water.
What I wasn't sober enough
to say was that you smell
like an early April morning
with wet pavement and
dew covered grass.

I decided not to drink one night
and didn't tell you how much
I like you.
What I was sober enough
to say was how much
I love you.

I lie here tracing my own skin
Drawing invisible lines between
My freckles so meticulously placed
Because who will marvel at
The contour of my wrists
And the sharp edges of my hips
If not me?