you soften me,gentle murmurs
rolling from rounded lips in the dark,smooth
uncalloused hands grazing
over bones
too sharp through barely-there
flesh,
words slipping from tamed
tongues polished by waves of emotion
that churn within the coastlines of my chest.
you tempered a tempest,you tamed a storm
and i became
a little less wild,a little less sharp,
screams sank slowly into silence,because for
you,i never needed more than a whisper-look
at me,look at me i'm
a storm,i'm destructive,
and it's like pounding on the chest of someone
you know would never hit you back,love
is like lashing out
and encountering only
serenity.
YOU ARE READING
We Are Still Growing
PoetryThis is my 3rd poetry book. I am leaving the first 2 on my account as they are part of my past and a way to mark how far I've come, but they are, as the kids say, mad cringe. Just a little collection of my newer poetry, for my own sake really. Pleas...
