GayThe burning within is taking flight
showing you what I am
the shamed horror of what I can't hide
wont turn back again
the passion for love
one from another
but not for whom it seemed
the love I wish to hold
lies beneath the untouched part of me
so look upon us and grimace
but know I'm standing tall
so you see I love her
and with her I won't fall
and though he guilt is raging
through my hollow skin
our love will over power
and justify this sin.
Untitled RomanceWe can't talk at your work
me buying gum or birthday cards mumbling my day.
You mumbling yours, smiling , ringing me up.
Is that it?
I know you watch me leave.
We only talk when we have new names
I'll tell you anything
I'm sure no one else will read…
Maybe people do, but only you know my name and decipher.
I mail you letters
with a fortune cookie, twizzlers
and a king of diamonds tucked inside
You reply, say less
than me, but a little more
each time. you're shy,
passive, I envy that honesty.
I'm always naked around you.
I let you touch me where no one else has.
Do you let me?
or do I only think you do?
Maybe you don't want to touch
just talk to me
Maybe this time you'll say my name
William My First "real" LoveThe moment it fell
Don't let us change, Promise Me!
(before) it seemed
we could make things work
With a stick of Winterfresh gum
and a (well placed) hiya
the feel of your smooth plush
Lined hands sliding against mine made
just to feel your square finger tips
trace in my palm
Those same tips brush past my hips
(work combination locks,
tie shoe laces,
write lyrics) and
run down my spine
drawing me (to you)
the kinetic force
chemistry (mixed your
vanilla skin and my minty breath)
of that life
(Then) we (only) made it work
when we spoke
in full sentences
I became fixated on your lips
with wet creases
folds softer than 5000 count Egyptian
Addicted to the contact
(, where your coffee flavors came from,
how dark each got)
I needed those same lips to dance
with mine (even when we didn't)
(Near the end) We wouldn't (work, and couldn't) talk
your fingers made my skin itc
Sitting in CalculusYour feet are scarred with bites
from spiders. Your legs are bruised
from bumping corners.
You wear brown leather
sandles, khaki shorts, white boxers,
grey t-shirts, and base ball caps.
I twirl my hair
I brush my teeth
I watch you
sit on the edge
of the bed and smoke.
Your hair is brown,
fluffy, short. Your eyes are
dark green and intuitive.
Your palms feel rough/
I crack my knuckles, watch your boxers wrinkle,
taste cologne on your ear
Baby I think I love you
Hunny I really want you
Sweetie I can't live without you
Sweet I can't live with you
I can't live
Paper DollThis girl came up to me and was like you're the girl
with the cool room right? I didn't even know who she was.
Have you been telling people about my cool room?
My father owns 10.5 dentist offices,
orthodontists, white walls, and tooth
My room has 4 TVs, the simple life Dvd's
and Britney on the wall
Hollister size 5
louis vuitton in black, blue, and purple.
Steve madden, Doll House and jimmy choo
I buy 400 dollar cell phones
Mariah Carey ring tones
and Natural beer
I'm a statewide cheerleader
my hair is pigment
I tan daily
I fuck boys to meet more boys
I smoke Marlboro gold
(8 packs a day)
my father bought my way
I'll never work a day in my life
She's such a drama queen. She has to
complain about everything. So what if we are
underage, everyone drinks. We're in college,
you never go to bed, you drink all day, you
don't do your homework. WE ARE HERE
TO HAVE FUN.
My Typical RomanceI
You "party harder" than anyone
I've ever known.
dancing in crowds,
touching whomever you want
(and some you don't).
I am the girl with the car.
swaying by the door,
whispering where to touch me
you only say,
you're too good
you make me feel unworthy
I turn my head
follow cracks in the white wall
you just drink more
Your breath is hot
with labatt blue, my neck covered
in goosebumps, White smoke
beside my coat. Ice cold hand on my stomach.
you rock us back and forth, boats
dancing together, knocking
against each other. You walk
on the top, I'll walk
on the bottom. And I do
always dance on the top
—I'm shorter. Really,
you dance better
I shimmy out of blue cotton
panties, while you fumble
with the lock. kissing behind
doors, schools, and dumpsters. You'd
think your caramel lips would've
gone numb, like toes in December
or legs during math. It's not tiring
yet, skipping class to see you, skipping class