Feel You

As if love is some kind of summer camp trust fall,
And I’m starting to lean back.

Stoned

I’m stoned.
And I swear to god,
I can feel sadness washing through my body.

Explore

I want you to explore me,
Like I’m the most incredible place you’ve ever been.

Worn

The skin of my knee covered by frayed threads,
Barely hanging on.
You’ve left me hanging for months,
The occasional taste of you,
Keeping the edges of these wounds closed.

Earthquake

I want you to rock my body,
The way an earthquake would rock the earth,
If every single tectonic plate moved at once.
Map out fault lines on my skin with your finger tips.

Jacket

I had wrapped his body around me like a jacket,
Hoping I could pretend his warmth was the heat radiating off your skin.

Anatomy of him

Tracing shapes on my skin,
Carving memories into my body.
The most beautiful kind of scars.