6/24/14 & 8/22/14
recklessly out of love
hormonal and lonely, i vacillate from boy to boy (even if only in the mind)
endlessly searching for something (or rather, someone) to hold on to
(his) arms keep you warmer than a wool coat
and (his) eyes are more penetrating than your sharpest butcher knife
(his) words are sweeter than you've ever heard
and even though you loved another since,
it's so fucking hard to decipher the real from the fake
maybe i don't need love
just hugs and a deep voice in my ear with no strings attached
my heart is scattered all over the place
loving him, loving you, loving him, loving you
kissing you, thinking about him, thinking about kissing you and tasting him
seeing him when he's not really there
take a hold of my brain and shake me of my senses
and maybe you niggas (both of you) will finally fade away
YOU ARE READING
tales of a bittersweet love affair.
Non-Fictionpoems about the boys in my life, in my present and in my past.
