It's because I'm angry.
It's because I can feel your stare
across the tree.
because a tidal wave of
your face softening,
mouth curling,
eyes focused on
my hands are shaking from the calm
your look brings over me.
I'm sad
because I'm
getting high and
lowering my head
and my fucking vocabulary
watering down my lips
because there are no words
that can say how
I'm mad because you know.
you know and you look at me
and your hands are on me
your lips are on my skin
and you know and you love it.
it hurts and you know it.
you glance and smirk
and breathe in my ear.
and your eyes are telling me to run
to grab you and hold you
(though all I want is to hit you)
even though you see the chains.
because all I want is you,
and you know that,
because you feel it.
c.d.
a/n: I feel like this is really shit because it seems just like a rant. I guess it was cathartic, though. anyways, I'm on summer break now!! bless up!!! so as aforementioned, I'll try to be posting as often as possible. also, happy pride month!!!
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PoetryA collection of poems, most written at extremely late, or should I say extremely early, times of the day, when my mind can truly bleed its thoughts onto paper.
