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The need to write poetry is a tickle down my throat I must cough up even if I don’t want to. Advertisements
I loved him the way a woman loves a man she never touches but writes emails to and has tiny pictures of him stuffed in her wallet and I would have loved him even more if I sat outside his … Continue reading
My bottled up feelings for you ran out of ink.
Don’t feed me poison and tell me I am toxic.
When I think of you, why do I hate the ways you tricked me just to hate how I let myself be tricked more?
I trace my fingertips over his chest learning how his heartbeats like a blind girl learns braille.
My love fills books that he will never read.
Naked legs in the dark rose petal bath my delicate hand holds a wine glass full of wishes, ifs, and maybes. Slowly, I sip wishing men who kiss me know their every touch replays on my skin your rough robbery of my body. Maybe … Continue reading
I don’t need you to understand me I just need you to try.
I blush just thinking about the poems I could write for you.