Want

I’d like to taste you again-

Bite your lips then kiss them softly

Touch your skin, and draw on your body

Rush my hands through your hair

While kissing your neck

I’d like to feel you again-

Your hands holding mine

And your legs, pulling me closer

Your whole body shivering, 

And your breath getting heavier, 

While your eyes, staring into mine

Telling me, to never leave your side

get it?!

Such a strange feeling

Of not knowing

What to do with

All that I held

In my desiccated hands

With all that I have

Been asking for

With all that I had got

That perfect morning moment

And there you were, next to me with your eyes closed and your hair all over your pillow(s)

As I was watching you sleep and you smiled ever so slightly because you know I love you the most in the morning. Without your makeup on, without anything covering your perfection, only your smile brightening your beautiful baby face and warming every inch of my heart as if I had one. 

There in that moment, frozen in snow globe of my existence, these words floated effortlessly into my mind. 

Here one second...

i caught snowflakes

on my fingertips

but They melted

to my dismay.

I could not hold on

to something

that did not want

to stay

Distracted

Wrapped around your finger

Like a reminder

Except

You keep forgetting

To remember me

Did two of my three angels

Ever even see? 

it’ll kill ya

Words have always been my weapon

So I spit them as venom

Finding space to hurt both subtle and overt

Or I take my own poison 

In some Shakespearean way

Call me Romeo 

speaking in tongues

She said speak no evil

But the devil rolled off her tongue

Like the sound of the needle to the vinyl

The soothing song, of a velvet lie

bzzzz

I remember how it buzzed around my mouth

Like thick honey

That little taste of a quiet, perfect life

Humming in its hive

Just out of my reach

blue eyes by candlelight

She had the kind of eyes

That would sit beside you

From across the room

Chasing the air out

From the mouth of a hot revolver

Each glare, a flare

Flecked writhing the amber chamber

I stared into the center

And saw a stillness

Echoing the sinner of a smoking gun

The soul that is me longs to be free. I despise this mortal coil