kissing you always felt like trying to fit myself
into a jagged puzzle piece
you, all hands cupped under my cheeks
you, all deep breathing and needing
you, slow motions and quick blinking
eyes full of questions
the worst thing i ever did,
was tell you that i loved you
spit it out and cooked it and frosted it
but the truth was way less sweet
-y.s
YOU ARE READING
plastic flowers
Poetrylife is never perfect. it's messy and even the most perfect people put on a face. just like plastic flowers, from afar i can look put together but up close i'm everything but. *a collection of poems*
