#midnight words

so I continue writing.

It’s as if I’m stuck in a poem.

Everything is in prose,

no rhyme,

And a comma just before the,

i struggle sometimes with the ways you can memorize a person's body. the way it feels against yours.

their thigh pressed upon yours on a crowded couch as neither of you dare utter a word. (we both could scooch, but why aren't you).

the way their hands feel pressed into yours. (I think I trust you).

the way they lightly graze their arm around your back as their hand lands on your waist to pull you in. (i always let you. I'll always let you).

the immediate wave of comfort that washes over me as soon as our eyes lock across a room.

how do i erase the ways my body found refuge in yours? how do I stop my heart from calming simply through the sight of you?

you were never mine and i was never yours. and now you've become someone to somebody else. but how do I forget how our bodies seem to move in synchronicity?

can she tell? i'm sure she can. i know I would.

i restrain myself around you now. can you tell? do you do it too?

can you feel the way my body pulls towards you? how it misses the way it feels so natural to be around you?

a familiarity so sweet, i must no longer notice.

I am the luckiest girl to walk this earth and I thank my lord and savior Beyoncé, for she has gifted me the gift of LUCK in these uncertain times.

My heart goes out to all those students, faculty, protesters, and volunteers marching tomorrow. I pray that your path is safe and that we can spark a change.

WE ARE THE FUTURE OF AMERICA. WE SHOULD BE SCARED ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT WE PASSED ANOTHER TEST; WE SHOULD NOT BE WORRIED ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT WE LIVE ANOTHER DAY.