poetry blog

“your absence lingers with me like a hole punched into my chest. you’re my first thought when i’m laughing with friends, wishing you were there to share that laughter with me. you’re my first thought when i cry, wishing you were there to wipe my tears away. on days when you can’t breathe because anxiety gets the best of you, i wish for nothing else but to be there to hold you close. i look down at my hands and think what it would be like to have your fingers entwined in mine. at 2am’s i think about my head in the nape of your neck. at 2pms i think about your head rested on my shoulder. i walk roads and think how long i would have to walk to get to you. i see couples and all i want is to kiss you on the lips. i know someday your eyes will meet mine and we will be filled with this warmth of love but until then, your absence has become my closest companion. it’s with me all the time.”

boys will not be boys

“wild isn’t a noun or an adjective. it is a state of mind. it is a feeling of letting yourself out. it is a concept of running free. it is the outcome of euphoria combined with adrenaline. wild is unobstructed and unbound by the reins of the world. wild is a way of life.”

“your absence lingers with me like a hole punched into my chest. you’re my first thought when i’m laughing with friends, wishing you were there to share that laughter with me. you’re my first thought when i cry, wishing you were there to wipe my tears away. on days when you can’t breathe because anxiety gets the best of you, i wish for nothing else but to be there to hold you close. i look down at my hands and think what it would be like to have your fingers entwined in mine. at 2am’s i think about my head in the nape of your neck. at 2pms i think about your head rested on my shoulder. i walk roads and think how long i would have to walk to get to you. i see couples and all i want is to kiss you on the lips. i know someday your eyes will meet mine and we will be filled with this warmth of love but until then, your absence has become my closest companion. it’s with me all the time.”

I want to do the dirtiest things to you. I want to feel your hand slip into mine as we watch a movie on your couch. Feel the heat of your eyes on me, wonder how much longer until you’re going to kiss me. Until you’re going to reach for the hem of my skirt or the clasp of my bra. I want to move things into the bedroom so we can lay, your chest pressed against my back. Your face in my hair. Your arm draped around me, cupping the curve of my waist. I want you to kiss me on my lips, soft at first, hesitant. I want a few more of those kisses, where we’re both in our heads more than the moment, wondering what the other person is thinking and if they want more. Then I want those light, fluttery kisses to turn into deep, passionate ones. I want the hands you’ve been keeping at your side to rest on my back, beneath my shirt. I want our legs to intertwine, our tongues to twist. I want my fingers in your hair, over your stubble, across your chest. I want your lips to get distracted, relocate to my neck. My shoulders. My collarbone. I want you to make your way down my torso or up my thighs and then peel off my clothing slowly, like you need to breathe my image in. But I don’t want to slip beneath your sheets. I want to lie on top of them, both of our bodies exposed in the dim light. I want you to tell me how gorgeous I am, either with your words or your eyes. I want to hear you say how you’ve been waiting so long to touch me like this. I want your taste in my mouth, your cologne in my lungs, your love in my veins. I want to do the dirtiest things with you. I want to hear moans meant just for me and feel my hair pulled by the same hands that have cupped my face and tickled my sides. I want everything with you.