January 14, 2023
The night ticking on,
9 pm;
The spilling of my drink at the hockey game,
Laughing knowing this will be my fame.
10 pm;
The way I gently lay my head on your shoulder,
Wanting to keep from getting colder.
11 pm;
The way your friends want to show me around,
Feeling like I've finally be found.
12 am;
The way my hand slips into your own,
Wanting you and I to be shown.
1 am;
The way my arms wrap around your neck,
Becoming the topic of jester next.
2 am;
The determination of your friend to make me play,
Getting to put my way of thinking on display.
3 am;
The talking without forming of words,
Eye contact that completely burns.
4 am;
The sticking of our tongues out at each other,
Somehow wondering if the night will last forever.
5 am;
The action of falling asleep feeling resented,
Knowing that this has already ended.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
