"hickies" poems
I just hugged Zoe and I saw her hickies and wanted
to kiss her lips over and over just like the day
we got high and danced underneath moving lights
and she was in my tutu and her blonde hair
felt right tickling my face and the boy
who is supposed to love her didn't notice
and it made us laugh and laugh because
if we didn’t laugh; we would have cried.
Why do we love to leave behind bruises
on lips and necks and arms and eyes
and teeth? It hurts but no matter what, no
matter how much I crush my teeth together to
hide my yelps, it always turns into this
beautiful, beautiful mark that doesn't want
pressure and looks like a sunset borrowed
it it’s colors because *no one, not even
a bruise, wants to be ugly*.
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
punk music playing in the basement
heavy bass vibrating the walls
bacardi in a coffee mug
******* on a tiny mirror
hands on my thighs, *******
the rush sets
hands in my hair
eyes rolling back
he ***** on my neck
i light a cigarette
"my room."
he pulls my strings like
a marionette.
i know this
exchange of goods
very well.
i take another
bump,
eyes widening,
i can finally bear to
see the world.
he eats my ***** and
i feel N O T H I N G.
i gag on his **** and cry.
he strangles me
punches my ****
my *** cheeks
my stomach
he's getting his money's worth
he starts ******* me
drunken noise outside the bedroom door
in perfect rhythm
with the bass
and the headboard
against the wall,
every stroke hurts
my whole body
a wound.
i think about
a distant city
skyscrapers towering
above me like
mountaintops,
somewhere under
lights and stars
where i am happy
to be alive,
anywhere
but here,
this place
where death lives
and waits to catch
it's prey.
he moans
thrusts
shivers
it's over
i wipe mascara tears
take another bump
take another swig
i light another cigarette
he leaves the room
without a word
i follow
two steps behind him
covered in bruises
hickies
marked used
marked invaluable
a group of men
shout names at me
i block it out,
i really don't care
anymore.
this body
was meant for this
this body
doesnt matter
this body
is for getting what
i want
this body
is tired
and sore.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
When I felt you tremble,
I felt the earth quake beneath me
Like I stood on high grounds;
You pounded emotion into me
With playful punches
And hard stares;
But I'm not supposed to like you like this.
The way your hair falls
And the way my finger feels curling in it;
The freckles on your face
And the heart I formed connecting them,
Your voice that is a song playing on repeat, repeat, repeat
Release me from your spell -
Because I am not supposed to like you like this.
Tension builds like the walls I put up
To protect myself from a girl like you,
A girl that will come marching through
With the audacity
To make me break rules set in stone,
Because I don't care that
I'm not supposed to like you like this.
Your teeth align in your smile
Like the planets during a solar eclipse -
Girls like you come along once every other millennium,
You are the reason I pray to God
For every good thing that has happened to me
On days when nothing goes right
You are the hammer that shattered any standards I had.
You are the reason I am walking like a KING.
You are my QUEEN.
You look so beautiful right underneath me;
This isn't just another hook up
Why are my lips tingling
and my mind mingling
Somewhere between us and the heavens?
When will I remember to start breathing again?
You are not just a friend -
you are the girl
That I am not supposed to meet.
Why am I connecting to you
like steel chains that cannot break?
Emotions became synonymous with skyscrapers -
We're touching the clouds,
We're getting higher and higher
My lips
fall lower and lower;
You
Get closer and closer,
I am being pushed
Further further,
Im not supposed
To be writing a poem like this.
Your moans should not be in perfect harmony
With my panting,
You should not have a necklace of hickies and bite marks,
Your pants should not be on the floor,
I'm not supposed
To be feeling good about this.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
He Would Burn Holes In My Skin With His Mouth. . .
The Hickies He Left Me Were Stamps Of All The Places He Took Me. . .
But,
He Didn't Want A Girl Who Wouldn't Go Down On Him . . .
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
White is the promise of purity revoked.
Red is the stain of lipstick on your fifth cup of coffee.
Orange is the succession of sunset to sunrise without an ounce of sleep.
The color yellow peeks through the blinds and dances across his skin.
Green is the color that burns your lungs until you're in a haze of numb.
Blue are the eyes that haunt your consciousness and tears that stream silently down.
Purple is the Galaxy pattern of hickies and bruises littering the skin he touched.
Black is the static you hear in the moments after, when you lay panting in his arms
...just before all the color fades again in his absence.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Most likely to Break hearts:
She lives in a world of ***
Hands around her neck, hickies on her hips, and blood on her boyfriends tattooed fists
Dating boys who are twice her age
She got straight A's but never will live up to her potential
because her *** is shaped like a heart, and her heart is shaped like a dollar sign
Most likely to Live in her dreams:
She wears twigs in her hair and presses flowers in notebooks
Scattered around her eclectic cottage
Living off her woodland knowledge
Literally a ghost, no job, no life, no love
no ******* reality
EDITED: MARK AS VOID (she dumped him and he fell apart)
Most likely to Elope after high school:
I can picture her running away with him
Living in ***** motels on concrete streets
Surviving on paper plates of buttered toast and styrofoam cups filled with bitter black coffee
kissing under stars in empty parking lots
She loves him so much not even I can see them falling apart
Most likely to Fry his brain on drugs:
Alone in his room
Bowl packed, lungs filled with skunked up smoke
Laughing at nothing listening to loud *** rap music
I can see his future its as empty as his head
Tripping up the stairs to his heavenly room to **** down more stale air
and taste clouds
Most Likely to Become a Stripper:
He looks like a stud with hair of gold
Picturing him with dollar bills being stuffed in his G string is an easy image.
His solid heart makes him strong
but his craving for a boy to love him makes him weak
I love him
EDITED:I AM NO LONGER A ****** BUT IM STILL UNLOVED
I am just most likely to die a young ****** drunk on ***** high on illegal drugs, melancholy about nothing, and empty inside.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
Some days I long to be held,
and others the thought of someone even shaking my hand makes me cringe
I still can feel hands on my throat
and the touch of an unwanted, wandering hand.
Years have gone by,
Yet the ghostly haunting of your lips on mine will not fade.
But hell, I "wanted it anyway"
I wonder how in the hell you looked into my sobbing eyes,
and decided that turned you on.
But it was my fault for wearing shorts instead of pants,
despite the 93 degree mid-July heat.
After you were done
You held me and asked for me to call you back.
You left me crying by the road side,
With my hair in knots and dirt on my new white shirt
Hours passed as I tried to walk yet couldn't because my whole body felt numb,
My best friend laughed, "nice hickies on your neck"
I cringed inside and had to lie,
hoping no one would ever know those hickies where the bruises you left when I tried to scream.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC
i want to give you hickies
all over your neck, and stomach, and thighs
i want to kiss you so much
that we forget that we need to breathe
i want to deeply love, write you poems and songs
and cry with you when it is too late to
hold it in any longer
your lips are perfectly shaped,
your eyes hold some type of magic
please let me be the one to love you
endlessly and without limits
we can do things that you
have never experienced before
i want to give you hickies
you can give them to me too,
if you want.
o.o.
4/6/16 11:01 pm
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
My summer lover
The shapes we uncovered
After glasses of wine
Clutching my spine
With sweaty palms
A voice that calms
You laid me down
And let me drown
In a pool of lust
Quaking with each ******
The bites
From steamy nights
The pink hickies
From afternoon quickies
Oh, but the early morning kissing
Is what I’m still missing
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 4:18 PM UTC
Im ****** up on you.
You're ****** up on antidepressants
Couldn't see that from the start because you blinded me with your beauty
You must've stayed because I made you feel alive, gave you a crimson color in your skin
Then you found another that gave you feeling in your chest and made blood flow through your cut wrists
You use to have ****** lips because you chewed through them
I guess anxiety will do that to you
You would kiss me when no one was watching and hold my hand when we snuck out your parents house at night
Then behind closed doors your insecurities seemed to disappear
The way you bit into the flesh of my neck and forced me to the bed
Caressed my thighs and gave me a french kiss in a foreign place
Made my back arch as I moaned your name
In the morning I'd leave and come back the next day
Then you started to distance yourself
Ignored calls
****** fists of confusion
Teary eyes and smeared makeup
You stopped answering the door after your mom constantly told me you weren't feeling well
I was abandoned by you
The one person that gave me butterflies and hickies
Knew how to make me laugh but moan after hours
Even though you saw yourself as damaged goods, I saw you as a gift from god
You gave me chills down my spine
Clumsily licked my teeth with your tongue during a kiss
Laid with your body inside of mine as I held you tight and put my face in your neck
Now I yearn for your scent and to see your smile
But you're nowhere to be found
Gone in the blink of an eye
I dread the thought of how fast you slipped away from me
I miss your tight hugs and how you grabbed the back of my neck to pull me in for a kiss
I miss the light you brought to my eyes
How you didn't have to hide behind a mask with me and made yourself so vulnerable
Come back to me.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
When is it that you've had enough
when you can't tell methane from Mexico
and the bruises on your knees
resemble the hickies
from the drug dealer boyfriend
you left last summer
I remember him very well
and picture his blurred face
Looking at me longingly
from between my legs
he was sweaty
and I was vulnerable
and he used every inch of my body
to convince me of his desire
but I dont mind
and an certainly not shameful
of that curiosity I developed
for telling skunk from week
and the admiration
and ****** frustration
for the cholo type of boy
sometimes I miss you
but maybe those are nights
that I'm not getting any
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
Your body is my heaven
As I grip on your soft hair
I kiss your soft lips
My kisses gently go down to your neck
Leaving hickies and you start to pant as my hands go down to your sides;
I reach up and loosen your bra
Revealing your breast, I slowly lick your *******
Flicking my tongue and hearing your pants;
You say, "go lower daddy."
Your wish is my every command
My hand now on your *******
I kiss your stomach
I go lower and I nibble on your lace *******
I bite my way through those underwear;
I'm greeted with a beautiful rose
Your **** pulsating
I nibble on your ****
Hearing your moans and groans
My hands steadily spread your legs
And my fingers gently enter your wet ******
It now resembles a water fountain, my face soaked enjoying your every moan;
I looked you in your eyes and asked, "are you ready princess?"
With a smile on her face she said, "yes daddy."
I proceeded to lower my pants
I entered a warm ocean
Slow strokes, every moan and pant
She enjoyed me inside of her
Pure love being made
Not letting go, she looks me in my eyes
She mutters, "I love you"
I knew she was the one
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC
The thoughts keep coming back
The ones that force me to remember
A few years ago
I had to endure
Your sharp teeth
Among my delicate flesh
Bruising my skin
When I kept telling you to stop it
When I kept trying to push you off of me
Screaming
Crying
Because I didn't want that
I didn't want you,
My step-sibling,
To give me hickies
Around the age of 9
I was scared
But you wouldn't budge
You just continued to create them
As if it was normal
You'd try to make me hide them
As if you painted black marks
On a board
And tried covering it over
With white
Every foundation we tried to use
Wouldn't be able to work
Because it was too light for me
And was dried out
And I would have to cover it
With my hair
I would have to live with the fact
That no matter what I try
To bring attention to
The hickies
You left on my face and neck,
No one would believe me
Or do anything about it
There was absolutely no discipline for you
Terribly tired of being your toy.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 11:00 PM UTC
What's deep is, what I cannot give you nor have with you
The *** leaving you with hickies, that's what I'm willing to give you
Show me your body, and I will show you my love
The depth of this situation is unexplainable
I don't want you to place your heart in my hands, because I'm scared
I'm a mess, but I can fix your broken heart through the exchange of souls, my soul is nothing.
I can't complete myself and leave you empty.
I'd rather just have you to my bed, with no emotions crossing and knotting each other inside me. Don't fall for me, I won't too. Let's enjoy the stupidity of what we're doing while we can before I break you. But just know I didn't mean to. You were so perfect and it didn't sit well with me.
By: ofentse_tsie & dvniel
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Despite the shape,
Despite the dent,
Despite the kiss,
A bruise from lips,
Doesn't feel-
But does have to heal-
The same,
As a bruise from fists.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
I know something that will make you mad
A piercing circle of neon midnight strewn upon auburn flesh
Three blood speckled trophies perched upon a prideful shelf
Three boastful laughters smacking love in the face
Three more reminders of who we are today
Six months or Two years, Time will tell
Hickies will fade, Things will change
I know something that will make you mad.
You were too late.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 2:03 PM UTC
You are Minnie, I'll be your mickey
We'll give each other hickies
I'll be and act like a Pooh bear
Who loves honey, that's you dear
When you ll feel low like Bolt has lost his speed
I'll cheer you up even if it makes me bleed
Dumbo in the end loved his ears
I'll love you even with flaws and keep you here
I'll be like Aladdin and make you like My chief
I'll take you away like jasmine even if I be a theif
Like Nemo I'll not stop swimming for you
When I lost my breath then I'll stop loving you
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Stars lost in darkness
Their twinkle too faint
To even try and paint
Imaginary pictures
Of a haunted pasts
Buried in pain
Their twinkle too faint
To even pierce through
The veil of night
A night so fickle
The sky disowned the stars
Perhaps ashamed
To call them her own.
"How could you even claim to be children of the light, when you can't even stand up for yourselves and shine bright at night?"
They were like invisible freckles
On her face, and they added to
Her wrinkles, the sky thought to herself,
When all she needed were crescent hickies
Delivered by the soft kisses
Of the crimson half moon
"Ungrateful little stars! I give them a home and in return they mock my glow."
The furious sky did not know
That those stars were shining,
Secretly still but they shone nonetheless
Perhaps the most beautiful stars
In all the galaxies
Brilliant in the own unfamiliar glow
But they needed attention
They weren't there for competition
For they understood that each star
Holds a peculiar uniqueness about it
They wanted to be gazed at,
Hours upon hours
Perhaps by a young couple
Helplessly in love with one another
Tracing the route to their unforeseen
But well anticipated future
In a world full of lovers
But with only a few
That make it through
To the finish line
They wanted be gazed at,
perhaps by a lone stranger
tracking a path to a long lost home
To hands that grew cold
waiting to hold him
And yearning to be held by his
Yet now he knew more than ever
That it was due time to get back home
Those special stars
Just like the most scared
Amongst us, longed for attention
A special kind of affection
One that doesn't care if the next star
Shines brighter or bolder
One that understood enough
To stay because affection heals
All our scars.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
i think hickies are beautiful
love-bites and temporary marks
the thought of someone leaving one
on your skin if rather **beautiful
**
a little piece of them left behind
a reminder that they were there
a reminder that
that beautiful moment
happened.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Swear I can't prove,
That you weren't my prey,
What can I do,
To make you stay,
I know its a little too late,
Don't read the lyrics of Jojo please,
No open cut wounds please,
Don't hurt me back soon please,
Now that I finally caught up to you,
I wanna protect you,
Emojis can't save you,
Stop putting those and talk to me,
Your silence and emotions can't hold me,
We've both lived rugged lives,
With jagged edges,
If the hickies couldn't keep us together,
Then what can , I pledge,
Get away from your love,
No matter how I ignore,
Teenagers don't know how to make up their minds I'm sure,
Please don't hurt me,
Like I did to you,
I know its an offspring of revenge,
But what does it mean to you,
Telling all your friends that I hang around,
I'm a piece of **** to you,
But still i would keep you safe now.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
i work myself weary all day long
and soon enough
i’m the panda
dark circles under my eyes
feet dragging sluggish and slow through aisles decorated with glitter and eight year old imaginations
head in the cloud
feet chained to the ground
heart six feet below
and i ask myself for certainly not the first
and certainly not the last time
“i wonder if you miss me?”
the hickies on her shoulders are an answer enough.
Apr 2, 2011
Apr 2, 2011 at 8:55 PM UTC
I.
Ive been eavesdropping on the autophobe;
my boyfriend doesn't believe in ghosts, doesn't see the dirt on my shoes.
He wants me to get myself off, to break out the winter blankets.
II.
My companion candied her scalp, says she quit using ******
because it messes with her complexion.
I think thats like riding a bike, like going back a few years and
falling in love with your dads mechanic.
III.
Someone coughs up a lung, prays like hell for a sign, for a clean bill of health.
You are an amateur prospector, found a geode cave deep in my stomach, split it open.
Twin hickies near the knees; my boyfriend tells me to forget
about alien abductions, to quit picking up the strays i find at buick city.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
*I was swimming in a sea of ******* hickies
and cherry lipstick....*
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC