Five
tap out a drumbeat
on my collarbone
and I’ll watch
your jaw clench
what a wonderful
silent melody
we’ll have
very paradoxical
just the way you like.

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@quoththehedgehog
Five
tap out a drumbeat
on my collarbone
and I’ll watch
your jaw clench
what a wonderful
silent melody
we’ll have
very paradoxical
just the way you like.
i will rest my lips against yours
but i will not kiss you
i will let my hand drape into yours
but i will not let our fingers intertwine
i will sigh into your body and fall asleep
but you will not hold me
i am merely tired
not in love
A Haiku:
I’d lasso the moon
but you have hidden the rope
deep under your skin
I tacked up a note from you because I was hopeful and I liked your handwriting the way the a’s fit nicely into the c’s the way we might if we tried.
I tacked up a picture of you because I was besotted with your face and I liked the way your freckles made me want to kiss you until every single dot on your face was blushing.
I tacked up a ticket from a movie we went to because I was nostalgic and I liked the movie but mostly I just liked you.
I tacked up a poem you told me about because I was in love with the things you were in love with and I liked the words but not nearly as much as I liked the way your voice sounded reciting them.
I tacked up a picture of us because I was in love with you and I liked that you were in love with me too.
Now my cork-board is full of holes where pushpins used to be and the ghosts of memories won’t stop haunting me and I don’t even believe in ghosts but I believed everything about us and there are as many holes in the cork-board as there are in my heart.
do ya chain hang low do it wobble to and fro can ya tie it in a knot can ya tie it in a bow can ya throw it over your shoulder like a continental soldier do ya chain. hang. low?
Sometimes you turn your head at the same time that they do and you catch their eyes in the hallway when you weren't planning to. And it shocks you like you've accidentally inhaled freezing cold water through your nose in a place you never expected to find water and it fills your lungs for just a second before it evaporates in their gaze, and now your lungs are not a chilling ocean but instead a desert, and you feel your steps grow slower and heavier as you fill with sand, and the hot sun glows out of your eyes and illuminates them, and you worry that someone will notice, that they'll know, and for an even smaller moment you feel like you've been turned inside out, and you're exposed and raw and you feel hideous, but just as soon, it's over, and they didn't notice and they aren't looking at your and you haven't changed at all. You're just walking down a hallway. And it's extraordinary how much can happen in a second.
stain my skin with your saliva
and I'll wear it like a tattoo
and the ink will leak into my pores
and swim through my blood vessels
until I cannot tell the difference
between your love and my life force.
Pushpins
I tacked up a note from you because I was hopeful and I liked your handwriting the way the a’s fit nicely into the c’s the way we might if we tried.
I tacked up a picture of you because I was besotted with your face and I liked the way your freckles made me want to kiss you until every single dot on your face was blushing.
I tacked up a ticket from a movie we went to because I was nostalgic and I liked the movie but mostly I just liked you.
I tacked up a poem you told me about because I was in love with the things you were in love with and I liked the words but not nearly as much as I liked the way your voice sounded reciting them.
I tacked up a picture of us because I was in love with you and I liked that you were in love with me too.
Now my cork-board is full of holes where pushpins used to be and the ghosts of memories won’t stop haunting me and I don’t even believe in ghosts but I believed everything about us and there are as many holes in the cork-board as there are in my heart.
Pink
On day 1 you made me blush a brilliant shade of pink
just by saying my name
and I listened to you say my name
for 586 days after that.
On day 587 I scrubbed the pink off my skin
until I was no longer blushing but instead
bleeding that rosy pigment
and it smelled like ink and you.
Mistletoe
Maybe it is the red in his hair.
Maybe it is the green, barely there.
Maybe it is the way that he smells.
Maybe it is the stories he tells.
Maybe it is the air that he brings.
Maybe it is the reason she sings.
Maybe it is why she can't say no.
Maybe it is 'cause he's mistletoe.
An Ode to Your Hands
the way your skin
fits over a beautiful
jumble of
veins and
tendons and
bones
makes me want to
bracket myself between them
gasping for the air in your mouth
suffocating with lust
drum your fingers against
my thigh
while i kiss your jawline
with my thirsting eyes
curl your palm
around my knee
and trap me when i’m not
watching
one look from you
means my icy
barely satisfied
death
I am a plaid girl
I've got plaid fingers
and plaid curls
A Haiku:
I'd lasso the moon
but you have hidden the rope
deep under your skin
i will rest my lips against yours
but i will not kiss you
i will let my hand drape into yours
but i will not let our fingers intertwine
i will sigh into your body and fall asleep
but you will not hold me
i am merely tired
not in love
we were walking under the moonlight
but our feet weren't hitting the ground
and i couldn't see my hands
you were talking
but it didn't make sense
it was nonsense
but so loud
so loud
it was hurting my ears
making them bleed
but i couldn't feel it
i tried to say something
but i couldn't speak
your words were slinking through my ears
and plugging my throat
filling up my mouth
you said
clearly but muffled
like from behind glass
"look, it's the waxing gibbous"
i looked
and the moon became
a huge eye
alternating between blue and green
i looked at you
and your mouth was
shut but you were still talking
i couldn't hear clearly though
it started raining and the streets
filled up fast
you were sitting on top of the water
floating
i was swimming
treading water
you didn't notice
i was getting tired
but if i stopped
i'd drown
i tried to grab onto him to stay afloat
but i couldn't find my hands
so my hair wrapped around his neck
and started choking him
he cut my hair off and tossed it aside
like seaweed
it grew into a new me
more beautiful
able to speak
able to float
unlike me
she sang for him and he saw her
with
beautiful eyes
the sun started coming up
the moon's eye started to cry
and as i dissolved into sea foam
the moon disappeared forever
and it was eternally daytime
a new era began
The Little Mermaid
There are plenty of fish in the sea
but none of them are you
So I'll make a deal with the devil
but the devil is me
And I'll love you until my feet bleed
just to watch you love another girl
And I don't know if I'm just stupid
or if you led me on
I can't kill you for it
not even to save my own life
So watch me dissolve
Maybe you'll see then
how much you meant to me
it was the story of a beautiful girl
with the ocean in her eyes
and seaweed in her mouth
it was the story of a forbidden boy
whom she kept
in the face of her watch
she burnt her lips
on his blood
and slit her wrists
with his love
and he stayed locked up
blissfully choking on
his own ignorance
and radiating from his tower
like a lighthouse in her mind