don't tell me i'm wrong.
don't tell me that the goosebumps on my
arms are any less of an indication of how
much
your eyes envelope me.
you look at me with power,
like i am the one holding it.
you look at me with
love,
like i encompass the whole nature of
what it means to be in
love.
combine your eyes with,
with your touch,
your soft fingers in my tangled hair.
you're breathing out,
while i breathe in.
sweet boy, i take in your toxicity,
the one you've been heaving your lungs
through for so long,
and i give you my air.
fresh like the ones in the redwoods,
they will bring you back to life.
combining my air with my words
and i have given you
love.
YOU ARE READING
a blooming heartache
PoetryA collection of poems that have shifted my heart, my mind, and my body to accept and live in different circumstances that the universe has put in my path. I wrote these for myself, but soon found out that other people could find salvation in them to...
