your eyes don't hold galaxies, they cage demons
and your touch isn't soft and gentle because your eager, calloused hands don't know any better
your kiss isn't hungry or passionate, it is curious
your voice isn't silk gliding over bare skin, but nails dragging across a chalkboard, making me listen undividedly
bringing me to my knees
you don't look at me like i'm your world but instead like i'm your drunken mother on her sober days because your eyes hold so much hope and respect
you are not lemonade on a hot day, but the mirage in a desert because i long so deeply for you to be in front of me
i neither need you, want you nor crave you
instead i breathe you and embody you
you are not a sunday drive but a 3am trip to nowhere
and oh how i love the barren streets at that time
YOU ARE READING
musings of a lovestruck fool ♡
Poetryhighest rank #974 in poetry a collection of poems written by me inspired by/about the blue eyed beauty, benjamin hayes grier as well as everything that comes with, before and after falling in love ♡♡♡♡ covers by @literallykoury ✨
