I could lie down with you all day,
try to memorize the shadows of your body
though I’d just get lost.
But yet here I am….
staring at your back trying to connect every freckle,
so they form new astrological discoveries
within the naturalization of your body
and the marks the sun left…
Before I met you, I spent my nights in the arms of men that would never love me. These were the kind of men who sealed promises onto my skin with the sweat of their brow. These were the kind of men who kissed my knuckles everywhere no one would see us. And though I knew this, I wouldn’t admit it….
You smell of skin and sweat thats been dried with the warmth of my breath.
You smell of shirts in your drawers that you’ve never worn mixed with the ones you’ve worn too much in the same week.
I can smell you on the thin t- shirts, faded and soft because they’re your favorites.
You smell of the…
You look at me as if I were made out of sugar, and you should know better. I am not sugar. I am not honey. I am not warmth. I am not my arms and my lips and my eyes and my thighs. I am acid. I am salt. I am a tidal wave. I am bones and meat. I am a storm you didn’t see coming. I am unlike any…
My hearts been doing backflips since the last time we spoke
And I wish google could map the exact direction of your hearts desires
so when you hit start all routes would lead to me.
Come to a new terrain
with open arms wash ashore on this new land
who only knows of heart break and remains
When I was a little girl, I spent all my time kicking boys. I wasn’t sure if it was because they made my cheeks so red I confused it for anger, or because I was trying to prove that I could do it, because it was my right. I would wear my pants two sizes too big, and refused to wear dresses unless…
the way you listen to music
back baby hairs rising in the sun
a hearty man laugh
a hearty man stomach
you javelin throwin’ me across your pastel bed
gobbling hip kisses
a half on half off flannel
“you think so?”
The warmth of a body, the unique smell of skin, the sound of the breath and sight of a belly rising and falling in order to sustain a life, your life. In silence I am reminded that you are magic.
Conversation is an art that saves you from being uncomfortable, but I am comfortable in the…
The thought of hurting you alone makes my heart ache. It leaves my heart in a fist. It sinks to the pit of my belly. You don’t deserve that.
You don’t deserve a lover like me. It frustrates me that you don’t see that. You are everything I thought I wanted in a man. You are all the backbone a…
i still find you in the silence
early morning quiet
still sighs like a mantra
when you are not beside me
grab hold of my comforter
you do better, baby
still try to hear you sing to me
still feel your hand around my head
fingers tangle in my hair
scratch my back where it itches
breathe against my ear
never wash the clothes we share
still find you funny
always love you
There is the night that I can hardly remember, but I remember the haze of tequila and legs wrapped around shoulders.
There is the night we ended up in front of the East River, drunk on a park bench, crying about my silence.
There is the night that lasted three days. The time we didn’t come out…