Senselessly,
I've fallen
for some uncertainty
The cluelessness
I feel
is equated
with sedation;
and the seduction
in those
perfect
green
eyes
make me
yearn
to learn
your entire
physique;
your entire
mentality
To explore
depths
even you have
forgotten

Faint smells of him
stain my clothes
& now & then
whiffs of his
cologne
catch me off guard
& suddenly
my mind aches
to smell him
in my bed
on my body
to engulf myself
in him

*** and love
are not synonyms
I didn't fall in love with you
because you touched me
I fell in love with you
because you made flowers grow
inside of me
when no one else could

h.a

evening talks
into morning
walks home
stronger alone

his bones are the needles
that ***** ink into my skin
I can't begin to fathom
the nerve stinging print
that sends me ringing
in my collar bones,
which ache from oversleeping,
can't see anyone today
I'm too busy dreaming.

the red slashes on your hips intersected at angles to form letters
of words that you thought were worthy of being sliced into your skin
but you're nothing close to disgusting
you're beautiful and captivating and kind
and I know you're afraid that I will love you less
when I see you at your worst but I promise
that I will wait for you when you take hours to feel pretty, even though I think you already are
and I will still kiss you when you have the smell of onions on your breath
and I will still love you with blood rushing down your legs because you hate yourself and you can't do anything right
and I will still think you're perfect when the scale reads higher than it did last Wednesday
and I will still comfort you when you scream at night because of the hauntings that come with closed eye lids and fading consciousness
and I will still hold you when you're crying so hard that you can't speak.
I hope that I am never the cause for why you consider these things
to be flaws (and I know that I cannot stitch you up or save you with love) but I hope that I can help the insecurities fade, like the scars on your hips.

I thought her hands were holy
And then I kissed an angel.

"I like boys."

But I like your soft and feminine hands as they lightly tickle my spine and I love your smooth shirtless body laying on top of mine.

"I like boys."

But the taste of your glossed and pouty lips
and the feel of your thighs brushing the sides of my hips
will forever be my weaknesses.

"I like boys."

But I can't help but cry at the sound of your delicate voice when you sing sleepy and slurred lullabies
or your heart pounding along with your heavy breaths and sighs
and I can't keep my hands from grasping your every curve and limb.

"I like boys."*
But all I know is that I never felt any of this with him.