friends with benefits
we decided to stay
friends
and it is an awkward, stumbling, groping relationship.
you are a toy soldier on the other side of the country,
and i am just an album of nude photos on your phone,
a desperate object,
a reaching hand made of static
and longing.
i say I Love You, and you say it back
sometimes.
i am an unwanted thing. simply a free sample
you try and don't buy.
have another,
try again,
one more taste,
one more smoke signal and wave,
anything to make you reconsider.
i say I Love You, and you say
i am just a friend who is comfortable showing you
my body.
i feel i am slowly vanishing,
my fingertips transparent already.
i am one gasp away from being no one at all.
look at me, please.
See Me.
i am more photos, more desperate object,
more reaching.
please,
just one more kiss
before
i'm
gone.
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Moments Belonging to No One: A National Poetry Month Chapbook
PoetryApril is National Poetry Month, and I have decided, in honor of the month, to write 30 poems for each of the 30 days. A lot happened in my life throughout this month. Mostly what I wrote about was heartache, breakups, exhaustion, and the way life mo...
