i've always taken pieces of the people around me to build myself into who i am. my love language is the melting pot of my family's dysfunction, my friend's half-smiles, my past and present and many events in between. my grandmother never says she's sorry, but she bakes wonderful pie and cries after you tell her you forgive her. i read somewhere that three taps means i love you. when i was 6 my best friend called me darling while playing house and my heart jumped out of my body. when i was 12 someone Took from me with a greedy mouth and i still look for the pieces in the sky. i want to drown in this melting pot. i want to love you with flour on my hands and honey on my tongue. i want to tap(3), tap(3), tap(3), tap(3), i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i want to make you my darling, my baby, my favorite place in the sky. i want you now and later and all the events in between. i want to love you in every way i've learned. i want to love you in every way i can.
- - - - -
YOU ARE READING
comfortable silence- a collection of poems
Poetrya continuous collection of all my poetry. everything i write is based upon personal experience, i hold these very dear to me. trigger warnings in chapter titles.
