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Amy Ross Feb 2021
I miss you
I know you're in there
up there
working away
chin on hand eyes on computer
and,
I miss you
I miss my hand on your chin
your hands on me
and your eyes in mine
I miss you
I miss you
just wanted to say hey
didn't want to interrupt
just wanted to say
I miss you
Left on Read
Amy Ross Feb 2021
I crave every life that is not my own
and wonder
why nothing fills me
the way I believe
being you would
Kinda a work in progress, I feel like the first line kind of stands on it's own and the rest i'm not sure about
Amy Ross Feb 2021
I cannot cry with glasses on
Cannot shake the tears out of my eyes
Can’t drag them out by their hair
With glasses on
So I put my glasses on
Because I cannot cry with glasses on
And I do not want to be crying
So I sit in front of my computer
My fingers typing faster than my mind is racing
Just to keep ahead of the game
Because I cannot cry if I am working
So I keep my to-do lists long
And the obligations overflowing
The pressure never ceasing
Because I cannot cry if I am working
I cannot cry if I am working
Even if the working is hurting me
Because I cannot cry if I am working
I cannot cry if I am working
I cannot hurt if I am working
It's been a hard week. So I keep my glasses on. I keep on working
Amy Ross Feb 2021
I want all my idols to be false
All my effects the placebo kind
All my monuments temporary
My loves the fleeting type
Cause I’ve got bones of gold
And I bend easy
Impermanently made
Permanently desiring
Permanence fearing
So make all my monuments temporary
All my loves the fleeting type
I find myself loving things that won't last, to save myself from having to end them. So here's a little ode, to craving but fearing impermanence
Amy Ross Feb 2021
Why do I feel
Like I've just inherited
The body of someone who's done something
Worth being praised for
When all I feel
Is like something made of paper
And peppermints
All sticky and clingy
And fragile and flimsy
Why do I feel
Like I do not belong
In this praise
Like it is not me
They are talking about
Like it is someone else
Like the greatest game of switcheroo
And old 2000s movie
Like the ones I watch
To try and not cry for and 1 and 40mins

What do I have to do
To be made of iron again
To be made of polyester
Never rotting never dying immortal
To be made of wood
To be solid and warm
When all I feel
Is made of paper
Like the wrapping
For a gift I'm not
Amy Ross Feb 2021
fall asleep with me
in nothing but underwear
and your skin
hold me close
fall asleep, fidgeting your way
into the right curves of my body
until you fall into place
or don’t,
maybe we’re forcing it
waking up to dead limbs
but that’s okay
for now
sleep with me shirtless
so I can rest my cheek on your bare chest
feel the softness of your skin
against my hands when I pull you into me
and when we wake up
I’ll run my fingertips
Over your collarbone
And clavicle
Your shoulders and the edge of your jaw
Till you kiss me
In the early morning sunlight
Falling bright and asymmetrical through the curtains
Forming a near spotlight
And my hands on your bare skin
The applause
A spotlight to you
To your hands in my hair
To the way you look at me
When you sleep with me shirtless
And kiss me in the sunlight
I'm a bit touch starved at the moment, so here's a little piece I wrote when I was craving intimacy
Amy Ross Feb 2021
A small inconvenience
I am,
I’m only 5’5”
A little one, for when you feel small
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