The perspective in
my eyes is different
than yours as I find
beauty in the things
you do not.
If it were possible,
I would offer you
my eyes and go
blind, so when you
look in the mirror
you see beauty in
the elegance of
your smile and in
the roses that bloom
from your cheeks
whenever we kiss.
the echos of her cling to the inside of my throat. i felt the time pressing into my chest. there are more than one way to express your love but there is nothing more than the variety and phrasing of words. i could count the gasps and sighs for whenever my lips lingered too long and i could hear the aching of our souls whenever we exchanged anything more than the wrapping of limps. there is more to this. there is more than the touch and the feeling of your fingers leaving imprints all over my sheets. there is more. but whenever i said goodbye i couldnt help but question whether it was too much to crave more than her lips pressed against mine.
"I don’t really like people, but it’s difficult to get comfortable with loneliness. I mean, I’ve tried to have friends, but it never works out. And I’m tired of going out alone. I’m ok staying in at my place. It smells good when I burn incense and I have a lot of records and I can just play video games.”
The bus she was waiting for arrived. “Do you need to go?”
"It’s ok. Another one will come in ten minutes… But then, you know, sometimes I just want a partner— a relationship. It would be nice to share this part of my life with someone. I’ve been single for years, and you know, there are people I could call if I wanted to. But people always end up saying things that rub me the wrong way, or if I open up to them, suddenly they want me to be their best friend, and I don’t want people to have expectations of me. I don’t want to waste anyone else’s time if I’m not interested in being close to them."
Another bus came and went while she told me about the loneliness, wiping tears from her eyes. Then another. “I’m sorry, I’ve talked too long.”
"It’s really ok. Sometimes we just need to connect."
"Yeah, I forget that sometimes."
She shelters herself behind thin walls and weak frames because regardless of how she hides, she wants to be found.
Warsan Shire (via infinite-paradox)
The sun has yet to fill its tendrils into the dark of my room. The buzzing of the air conditioner filters the hungering thoughts that crave you. I remember waking up every morning with your fingers curling around my hips as if I was the one who anchored you home. But there is no sea. There is no storm that could take me away from you. I wish to nestle into the nooks of your secrets and to feel your teeth map those velvet skies into my skin. I am yours.
5:00 p.m. (Please don’t ever think of me as a mistake)