He lays so comfortably under my tongue
I’m certain other men see him on the rim of my glass
Or when I pull my fork from my mouth
He’s in every fucking volatile emotion
Falls out of me like a bag of secrets I keep trying to stuff into my closet
Why guests open unmarked doors
I’ll never know
But scratching him off me
Is feeling more like self injurious behavior
Than escape
Part One:
There are things you haven’t told yourself
Because you only learn things in books
And no one has written about this yet
You feel flower petal and thorn-less
And just want a soft place to land
Somewhere you won’t turn to pulp
You’ve fallen in love with the way he looked at you
Eyes are water
You don’t know you are burning soot thirsty yet
You’ve stupid girl texted him
Stupid girl winky face
And made your way to his apartment on some cloudy afternoon
You inhaled a dizzying spell that has cottoned your mouth
Eyes are water
You are so thirstyPart Two:
It has been weeks
And there are still no books about this
No movies either
If there were
the casting call would ask for half brittle tear salted teenagers
with a penchant to kiss with their mouths open
He broke away from you twice after breaking you open
Both heart and thighs
You are learning that soft things can asphyxiate you if you let them
And there is nothing softer than waterPart Three:
There are things you are trying to forget
But can’t
There is still bitterness festering on your tongue
You try to spit it into the mouths of girls with generous lips
“Bitch you mean nothing to me
And bitch you’ll hang on just like I did with him”Part Four:
People on TV always say
You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar
You wonder how many flies have drowned in water
You sweeten your way into the arms of a girl
Brown bodied and limbs for years
She has space for you between her broken parts
She whispers with her fingers, “I’m in love with you”
You bite back, “not me.. not now..”
Then scramble to pick those words from your teeth
but it is too late
she takes your water with a drop of poison nowPart Five:
The fear of your past will flood its way into your present
It will drown out the parts of you that are trying to float
Escape with what you have left
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Like a feather
Hung by it’s neck
How you snapped at the quill
You tumbled
Broken
I believed in your resurrection
On any given third day
I believed you’d rise
My god
You’d rise
Like a Phoenix
Soaring
How much I believed in everything about you
From your heartbeat
To your smile
You
Had the power to make this all real
And I believed in you
Like a swan
Balancing the struggle to be beautiful
While wet
Like a sunken ship
Found decades after disaster
Still full of secrets
Waiting to spill from the stern
You
Full of unspoken art
Like you made your home in an oven
Like you built yourself
Too small
On purpose
Like you didn’t expect
To bust at the seams
With potential
How you taste like unripened fruit
Too afraid to be
Prepared for devouring
I can’t begin to understand believing in you
More than you believe in yourself
I fell in love with a girl
who picked flowers instead
of arguments and had no
time for bad things
because she so carefully
curled herself
against them.
you were summer recklessness
but you always had these
two rules : stay with me
and dont become a ghost
again.
(via trillaryclinton)
I have an affinity for a man who writes.
I am in love with the idea that there is a man whose hands are calloused from having written himself dry
I live in this man’s belly
In his womb
Waiting for him to birth me
Into poems
Make your own orgasms.
Cum in waves.
Make yourself sexy
Tonight.
You deserve to cum
Here
There
Now
Later
Then
Early
Before
Again
And more.
Be the sex
You’ve always wanted to believe in
Open
And naked
Honest
And dirty
Nasty
Made clean
Be the sex
Last
For your own purpose
Last
Be your own last
Cum
Here
There
In waves
Like oceans
Cum
Be sexy
For yourself
Cum
Cum
Hard
Quiet
Cum
Wet
Cum
Be sexy
For your own good
Be good
For yourself
Cum
By yourself
Cum
Make it the best
So there will never be a best
To you
Better than you
I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.
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oh fuck, i feel like i just got stabbed in the gut.
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oh my god
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I have literally never felt more connected to a piece of writing in my life.
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wow.
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Sorry I’ve not been posting my 30/30s!! I’m actually apart of a Facebook poetry group and I’ve been posting them all there. But there are a few I’d love to share with you! Just let my life get a little settled and I’ll post them.
Sorry!!
J
1.
you cry too damn much
but you held on to me like
i could blow away.
2.
i had to teach you,
how to do everything
except run away
3.
quickies are fun in
hotel bathrooms where we leave
hearts behind to rot.
4.
geminis are crazy
love must leak out of my fingers
she lost her damn mind
5.
remember the time
i ate your pussy in your
dirty uniform?
6.
writing a poem
about a poet is like
setting myself up.
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