LOL

left out love
i left out my love
and it festered and it wilted
it started to smell if i am quite honest
but that is okay
because decomposition begets rebirth
and now that rank odor
is within my veins anew
sparking new synapses and electrifying my life

switch to silent

my heart jumps at a vibrate
i trained myself
to associate my phone with your love
but my phone doesnt love me
and neither do you

you are the answer to your question

and i wait
and i wait
and i wait

on someone else to bring me happiness
oh dear heart
when will you take it for yourself

enter life metaphor here

life is a bouquet of flowers
don’t let the sharp prick of thorns
keep you from appreciating the beauty
smell the sweet fragrance of possibility

i don’t but i do

babe
i love you
i know that i dont
but i know that i do

the way your fingers
trail down my ribcage
touch so soft
that it shatters my heart

the way your skin
silks against mine
like something exotic
yet so precious

the way my insides shred
at the mere thought of contact
even though its days
and miles away

first

first it was your hands
that betwixt me

i often thought and craved
daydreamed and hummed
about how they felt

those warm fingers caressing
those firm palms tantalizing

your hands were my salvation
your hands were my undoing
your hands were everything that is good and holy

i fell in love with your hands first
then i fell in love with you