Tears » poetry by Anne Sofie Zaar

XLIV

I like boys who;

Smoke big foggy clouds
Because thats how
It feels, foggy and blurry
And i don't know where i'm going
But as you smoke with your coffee
I admire this cloud
That comes out
Of that mouth
That i love

I like boys who;

Have art into they're skin
Because tattoos is art
Dont say otherwise
And i would go visit
This new art museum
Every night
Don't touch
The sign says
But i do it anyway
And i'll touch every peice of art
Thats both your body
And these black lines
Over your skin
And into your mind

I like boys who;

Have peircings
Holes in your body
Like holes in my heart
Why tell me its stupid?
I think its beauty
A ring in your lip
That taste like metal when we kiss
And feels like ice on my burning, warm body

I like boys who;

Like taking pictures
And understands my deep thoughts
Why tell me i won't find someone
Who Can be like i want?
I know there's someone
Out there just how i thought
And you can laugh
Because you think i'm lost
But i dont care
Because i know what i want