end of summer love letter by Awasteof-paint, literature
Literature
end of summer love letter
When I explore your body, I get lost in a library of time stored on shelves- 16 hour bus rides, 9 years worth of longing. Longing for your touch like a tea pot tipping, waiting for the water to land. A cup of coffee sat on a counter getting cold, our story put on hold, brought back to life years later. We’ve blown off the dust, and the story has matured. In a field your freckles are stars in the sky, tiny city lights that can only be seen from the top of a hill. Since August 2006, an apple seed has become an orchard.
On my skin you drew rivers and roads with your fingers. You found the route to my heart and made a nest, reminding me th
Last week, you showed up with the thunder on my doorstep.
Your voice was so drenched with the rain that I almost didn't recognize the way you said my name. It hung in the air like an incomplete sentence, like something unfamiliar, like you were so lost from trying to find everything we left behind and piece it back together that you couldn't find me in your heart anymore. It was pouring and the power was out and I was so tired of watching the world fall apart from outside my windows that I let you back inside my arms and inside my senses, and your bones were shaking as you clung to me and told me how good it felt to come back home.
There wa
Twelve/Twenty-Nine/Twelve by livesofbirds, literature
Literature
Twelve/Twenty-Nine/Twelve
That night when it was just you and me,
laying on your bed in complete silence, you kissed me.
It was quick and all I could do was stare at you while I felt
my finger touch my bottom lip, as if something that had been
there my whole life, had now been stolen away.
You looked back at me and we both met in the middle,
only stopping to take the breaths we unfortunately
needed to take to stay alive. I had never in my life fallen
into anyone the way I had fallen into you, it felt like
I was lost somewhere only you could pull me out of,
and the only way to do that, was to take your lips off of mine.
You kept grabbing my
Dear Jesus Christ,
I went to bed at 3:16 last night and started thinking about JohnJohn who pissed away every paycheck he ever made and only fucked virgins, John who beat up a woman's husband and spent a Christmas in jail, John who shot himself on the front porch of his mother's house. I don't think anyone shed a tear except her. I heard she shed many tears as she cleaned up the mess.
I thought about when I first met him. It was at church. He and I were both eight. He sat next to me and we stared at that stained glass image of you in your white robe with your outstretched, loving arms, and he leaned into me and asked, "Do you bel
Collection of poetic nothings. by DearPoetry, literature
Literature
Collection of poetic nothings.
We were opal Tuesdays,
mosaic butterflies
tattooed into the
rose garden curve
of my vertebrae,
gliding me through this wild youth.
But, like Icarus—
I was a sky conqueror
& these silk wings
touched the sun.
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My inhalations are heavy,
like the earth he bruises
beneath his fingertips
as I chase silence.
"You've got a tongue
made for words." He says
against the arrogant thorns
of my briar spine.
"Learn to love yourself."
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How do I say I love you
without saying I love you?
"I want to replace my heart with you."
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You are spider silk woven
into my harvest moon
heartstrings, spider
limbs traveling this road map
of s
my mouth opens to the glow of the moon.
i can feel your hands on the back of my neck,
guiding the solar systems in motions so small
i stopped blaming you for the turn of the tides
and the sadness of gravity so long ago.
the past burns under your skin and you think
it’s your fault. anything to stop this, you think.
this is too close, too much. let me take off the edge.
anything to stop myself. hinder myself. slowly commit.
you pace. the thoughts consume you. meanwhile,
so do i, hungrily. greedily.
swallowing is easy. i took the bottle of pills
in two, another handful making three, the fogginess
in my brain already thick enough to tilt