i exist [as the definition of nonexistence]

three random poems remaining untitled.

This is a world

of ink and

imagination.

A world in which

I can love

the faraway girl

and the golden eyes

without feeling

broken. 

--

 My name is--

But that's not important.

I like to--

We'll skip that, too.

Really,

I'm just a girl.

Average,

maybe a little bit

bitter,

like a black coffee on

a winter day.

--

This is what it's come to.

Stealing kisses behind bookshelves,

reassuring touches, whispered words.

Put on the mask

Keep up the act.

Behind closed doors,

you blossom, petals unfolding,

shedding clothes and pressing

sticky bodies together.

Heated hands,

kisses like being drunk.  

--