One Sided
I want to curl up on the couch with you,
And watch all your favorite movies,
Because I love the way you love them.
I want our memories to be the most beautiful things you’ve ever watched.
Specializing in word vomit, poetry and grumblings.
I want to curl up on the couch with you,
And watch all your favorite movies,
Because I love the way you love them.
I want our memories to be the most beautiful things you’ve ever watched.
I want to write symphonies,
With your heart beat,
And the way that you breath.
Because that sound,
Is more beautiful than strings.
I want to weather the storm,
That is swirling in you mind,
Because I can see the lightening in your eyes,
And I can feel the thunder in every heart beat.
I would have watched the fireflies with you all night.
Flashing like beacons,
Begging me to surrender.
Kiss me again,
Warm up my frostbitten lips,
Send heat waves through my body,
Until there’s a flood between my thighs.
This is your fault.
You’re the reason I stepped off the edge.
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.
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.
I had wrapped his body around me like a jacket,
Hoping I could pretend his warmth was the heat radiating off your skin.
Tracing shapes on my skin,
Carving memories into my body.
The most beautiful kind of scars.