When I woke up this morning
The light on the fish tank across the room
Was still on
The Christmas lights
And light-up speaker too
Though my phone lay dead beside me
Where you should be.
Yes, I remember now.
The empty bowls and cups
The crumpled napkins on the floor.
You and I were together last night.
Yes, I remember now.
Fresh baked chocolate chip cookies
Do not taste nearly as good off a plate
As they do off your lips.
I am missing a sock
I am missing your presence
Your hands were so soft.
How?
What do you use
To smell so sweet and entrancing?
I want to spray it on my bed sheets
Drown in it.
What shampoo do you use?
Where are you?
I held your hand
Kissed your lips
Slept with my legs intertwined with yours
Where are you?
You always leave me in the morning
Just once, though
I'd like to wake up next to you,
See the pink that drenches your cheeks
See the sun kiss your lips
Not nearly as soft and warm as I do
Smudged mascara and dark circles
The morning reveals who we really are.
But we hide
Under the stars and moon
Not so innocent
As fluffy clouds
But not so mean as wandering eyes.
Come back tonight
Kiss me again.
I've lost feeling in my body.
Restore it.
Hold me tight again
So i know that i am not alone
I know that you are real
I know you come to love me
And watch the sun set on your way here
And think that
It does not compare to my beauty.
Do you think that?
Come, please,
Let us be lovers
So that in the morning
When you are gone
I can still taste you in my mouth
And feel your hands on the skin of my back.
I do not invite you
You just come
And keep coming
Under the stars and moon.
YOU ARE READING
A collection of Poetry by a Teenage Girl
No FicciónCall me Lo. I've made the decision to put my poetry out there for a few reasons, though it's not so great. -Another teenage girl will see this and relate to some of my poetry and know she isn't alone and her feelings aren't invalid -Those who choose...
