2 a.m still awake but i'm in your arms,
your holding me close ,
your steady heartbeat lulling me to sleep.
the whispered sweet nothings meaning more than the big delerations,
the tight hugs that feels like all the pieces pulled together.
picniks on the bedroom floor in the rain.
dancing in the kitchen under the refrigerator light.
cups of tea under the stars.
lazy days on the sofa
the smell of bacon in the air but yours on the sheets,
a walk along the beach , hand in hand.
made to feel significant.
made to feel worthy.
made to feel cared for.
made to feel loved.
YOU ARE READING
Things I'll never say
Ficção Adolescentemy life put into a series of poems as i struggled to voice these things.