how could this ever be right?
heart rolls and skids at the sight
turmoil is the soil my roots dig far into
and lately it feels i've been split into two
your skin shouldn't be so damn soft
but I can't keep my hands off
(off of you)
you pedal, steady- I twist the gas on my bike
but in here, you're the one running all the red lights
maybe I'm too used to unforgiving wind in my face
I know here there's no helmet, or end to this race
but you're gentle, lovely,
and I'm starting to see
when it's me leaning in first
your elated smile is worth being cursed.
YOU ARE READING
open letters to no one
Poesíapoems I can't keep to myself. things to get off my chest with verbs, nouns, adjectives. life lessons I have no one to share with. texts I really should send but don't have the courage to. things I can't say aloud. in essence, words I want to scream...
