"detangled" poems
I can still feel your hot breath
soaking through my detangled hair
when we embraced for the last time
and
I still have that gross popeye tshirt buried
underneath my bed, tucked away in the back
and
I can still feel my agitated cheeks
ocassionally scraping along your face
and
I can still taste the salt in my mouth
from when I knew that was going to be the last time
and
I still have our last goodbye
teetering on the tip of my tongue,
licking my way to the core.
CVT
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
My finger grazes
The nerves of your hand,
As my feet sink lightly
Into the fine sand.
On my lips, the taste
Of old red wine,
Or even a sweet summer drink
Will do just fine.
My hair detangled
By the touch of your fingers,
In the air around us,
Your cologne, it lingers.
My eyes stare deep
Into the distant low tide,
As my head rests soundly
On your side.
I can almost hear your thoughts
In my mind
Your eyes stuck onto my face,
Peace they find.
The sea and the beach,
Love and peace, a mixture
But it's You who completes
My perfect picture.
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
I re-read the letter I wrote
And crossed out everytime I said
"I can't"
And "you're wrong"
I've grown so weary
Of growing weary
I've left my heart and mouth closed
For too long
From now on my eyes will search the sky for the sun
Even when it's hiding for the sake of the moon
I want to blister in it's rays
Or not feel it's heat all all
My heart and skin anticipate
The strike of noon
I've detangled the knots in my stomach
I've combed through the bitter insecurities
I'm not trembling out of fear anymore
Rather shaking off the demons
I don't want to do anything by half again
I don't want mediocre love
I want to drown in someone
When I do out of fear
I am not doing at all
If I don't live for me
I don't live for anyone
I can't keep claiming I tiptoe through the feelings I tread on
And lately I've been stomping
But so off beat
Thought I was jumping to your music
But I was dragging my feet
Im parting ways with every bad habit
That leaves my emotions written in my actions
Like Braille
Closing up in my head and biting my nails
I've fallen in love
With words
And your eyes
I will interpret the poem
Hiding somewhere between your irises and soft sighs
Id drop my phone
And get lost in you like a book
The thing that always brought me solstice
Has lately been overlooked
Im diving into your pages
Paying attention to every like
Remember the warnings not to leave a book open
Or you'll damage it's spine
I'll leave you breathless but never blind
You need your eyes to read into these words
I'll dim my lights and finish this story even if I have to read all night
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC