Please feel the same way you did
about me when you kissed
me underneath all those blankets.
I spend my days on the
internet to keep my mind distracted
because once I leave this place
I go to a personal hell
made up of memories
that hold only your face
and your words.
I hate myself from the neurons that make up my mind
to the thoughts it fills itself with.
I’ve been awake for less than
ten minutes and already
every thought I’ve had is of
Why must every thought my mind
creates have you in it?
You are the epicenter of every thought
and song and voice I hear.
I detest it.
and then there are
those days where the
taste of your kiss lingers
within my mouth
dancing on my tongue; mocking me
as if it knew that I would never taste you
I have this new writing blog where I post all of
my sappy wannabe poems you guys should follow it…
I think of you constantly
every chance I get my mind wanders
and remembers your face.
I miss being around you, feeling your energy
and listening to you speak.
Your voice matched your skin
such beauty, lingering through the thick smokey air.
I will never have the guts nor any other
internal organ to tell you how
nice you made me feel
how having your fingers inside me made me wallow with
How having you kiss my lips made me melt into the carpet.
There is so much more I’d like to tell you
but I constantly struggle with finding the right words
because in so little time you’ve
conquered my mind.