Nina Sorelle

Words for anyone who dared to love after it hurt. Read, request a note, or support here: https://ninasorelle.carrd.co/

[ninasorelle]

He was always poetry.

Not the beautiful kind —

the kind that cuts and leaves scars.

— n.

[ninasorelle]

sun in my eyes

lying in the field

bare skin

against the heat

you above me

like a shadow

i don’t move

i just

let it happen

[ninasorelle]

pillows on the floor

lipstick on your chin

you’re still sleeping

and i smile

like i know why

[ninasorelle]

no cream

this morning

just rose jam

and the way

you taste

on me

[ninasorelle]

[ninasorelle]

today tastes like mint and chocolate

everything feels like you again

as if poetry

is nothing but

the fact that you exist

[ninasorelle]

that street

could’ve had your name

an azalea

on the corner

me just beneath

its bloom

violet nails

holding something small

they all came

for the palms

but you—

you were watching

my leg

the way

i fixed my lipstick

you’re a good kisser

and somehow

i ended up

blue-tinted

inside a polaroid

you kept

[ninasorelle]

friday morning

oven warm

cherry batter

on my fingers

i stretch

just enough

to reach the top shelf

you step closer

like you were waiting

for that

you look at me

like you’re part

of the recipe

[ninasorelle]

i stole

the scent of jasmine

the taste of peaches

and wear the sun

like it’s mine

[ninasorelle]

i’m not easy to love

i want everything

then disappear

shy

but not innocent

i’ve seen mirrors

and ruined lipstick

maybe love isn’t real

but pretending still feels like it is

[ninasorelle]

cinnamon

on my lips

coffee in my hands

morning turning lilac

and me wanting more

you calling me

again

[ninasorelle]

you said

i look beautiful

like this

eyes a little blurred

voice softer

and i hated

how much

i wanted you

to be right

[ninasorelle]

you were a little jealous

my lips

still burning

and i smiled

a little blue

like i liked

the danger

that was you

[ninasorelle]

kissing you in low light

a rose caught in my hair

you whisper my name

and lift me

onto the hood

orange sky, vanilla air

the sea watching

like it knows

something impossible

— nina

[ninasorelle]

today tastes like

mint and chocolate

the air smells like jasmine

and something I almost remember

a line of shoes by the door

your quiet somewhere in the house

and me—

writing again

as if poetry

was just

the fact that you exist

— nina

[ninasorelle]

Eyes heavy with sleep

water on my lips

you beside me, quiet—

and suddenly

you become the only thing I keep writing.

— nina

[ninasorelle]

I left the coffee

on the table

still warm

like the way

you stayed

in my hands

— nina