musings of a flighty teenager

writing.

i love the way my bedsheets smell 

through sensory manipulation

my heart swells

these sheets prompt me to write

i write of you

the color behind my eyelids is lavender when you're around

the cadence of your breaths is my mantra

my heart leaps from my chest, it endlessly bounds

these kisses prompt me to write

i write of you

my prose is weak, but my knees are weaker

soft skin under my fingertips

clothing is meager

your eyes prompt me to write

i write of you

the way those blues squint when you laugh

the curl of your lips when you smile 

i don't want to walk without you on this path

your love prompts me to write