Cute poetry
The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
‘We’re the same’, Teetering on edges of lines, I ca… And you say again ‘we are the same… Conflating words, Of an honest one,
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
