"have you been listening?"
No
No I have not,
I would normally listen to your drama about guys I don't care about.
Not today though.
" yeah of course, what did he do next?"
Asking that question is like
Leaving a toddler at a daycare.
It leaves my mind free to wander to things I never say out loud.
The memories and dreams I share with someone else.
My mind finds its way to that's day
Where the sun was high but the temperature
Was just right
We wore matching hoodies.
Embrace so Enchanting, being held like a stolen painting.
Being loved like fire loves dry grasslands.
Feeling your fingers trace my scars, telling me that they only add to my beauty.
Feeling your soft pink lips against mine.
It's in the air, the soft love, the crippling desire, yet I've never felt more safe.
I have to hold back tears. Knowing it's not because of what you do. But what they didn't do. What I never got as a child. I've never been happier.
I feel my hands get lost in your raven black hair. As our lips meet again, you pull me closer and I kiss harder.
"Hey, where did you go? I am talking you know"
All I can do is apologize
and make excuses.
"sorry, I was thinking about my homework that I haven't done"
I hate sharing my memories with anyone else.
With words or action.
All I need is you.
Why am I talking to this bitch?
Oh yeah that's right, I'm wait for you to get here. To have our fingers interlocked, for our eyes to meet.
"Hey my love"
Oh thank God
YOU ARE READING
Understanding Beauty
PoetryI need a place to let my creativity and thoughts flow. I place where I can be myself and not be judged. This book is about everything humans tend to go through... In other words it's about shit I'm going through and things I'm thinking okay. It is a...
