(oct 28)
i'm watching through the
lenses in her orbs
as she goes undercover
to my lover's life
as my own filter drips
rainwater on his
shoulder blades.
naive cornflake eyes
blink beside me, amused
of what we never will be,
what will he think when he
finds out i fantasize over him?
searching clues in
empty virgo jars
and ripped love notes
from girls he liked before
and i wish for x-ray vision
to see if your heartbeat's
pacing faster than
the cars you watch
from outside the window.
below me is your feet
bared but also not bare
black champion hoodies to
pale yellow hilfiger shirts
covered with the flu shots
your mother forced you to get
i'm so in love with you
and the thought makes me
want to treasure every
crack and rasp in your voice
inside my closed chest
so i can mix it with my
favorite tunes when i get
ready for bed.
stories of in school suspensions
covers my damp brain
like a mother would
while she tucks in
her son from a storm
at mid-bay.
dollar store cashiers tend to
give the homeless what they lack of
and you tend to give me joy
like dew on my uncle's car at
7 o'clockish at most
but you said you'd never say please
so i won't tip you until
you've set others' minds to ease.
vanilla swirls dipped in
almond milk is the color of your skin,
your clothes smell like petrichor
at 5am traffic lights
and overflown potholes makes me
want to dote you with the fires
their lightning bolts created.
i see you from across the street
every other day
and it catches me
off guard every time
aphrodite keeps telling me
to stop and talk to him,
or gaze his way,
but my feet won't let me sink
into the cement of
the heartless sidewalk
so i let the cold air scorch my
misused heart from
where you stand while i
keep walking and slipping
away from your reach.
glisten to heights over heaven
every time i see the outline
of your pencil twirling your hair,
what a beautifully chaotic mess
i want to change nothing
about your brokenness,
not even fix it for your best.
your eyes sunkissed from the sun
instead of your treacherous skin
a tinge of light brown gleamed
your undeniably wide orbs
kiss me already, for your lips
is all i think about.
i love when you talk about
your mother
i love how you love
your mother so tenderly
for i love everything that rolls
off your tongue;
from rude remarks to
teachers you dislike,
to daydream words i wanted
you to say the day before.
i'd be lying if i told myself
i didn't think of
grabbing your collar
and kissing you
in semidarkness.
<3
we talked nonstop at english and i fucking love him so much. i wanna marry his voice, his humor, his personality, his eyes, his soft ass hair, his clothes that smell so fuckin good, how he's so nice nd polite to me, how he mumbles things underneath his breath to me abt the teacher's secretary every time he speaks, and his cute fucking accent. pls. this is unhealthy, he doesn't even know.
