#laura buccieri

[lifeinpoetry]

And we got drunk too fast and our sweat smelled like cider and I felt loved Not understood but loved And my first heartbreak was in the summer Light was infinite which gave the illusion we had more time than we did My hands were always sweaty and I never shied away from reaching for hers

— Laura Buccieri, from “how could we not,” songbook for a boy inside

[ashtray-cherub]

the girl and i we got goosebumps at the exact same time i think that’s romance

St. Rays by Laura Buccieri

[the-other-voice]

i’m still guilty of believing   in untouchable things clouds rubbing against each shade of sky

Laura Buccieri, St. Rays

[lifeinpoetry]

and i can’t imagine knowing my body that well how to calm it how to hate it how to go to battle for it how to laugh again and again and again

— Laura Buccieri, from “guilty is the opposite of free,” songbook for a boy inside

[lifeinpoetry]

body all gore sex all rage i find your tongue on parts of me that feel like ghosts

mad when it feels good mad when they feel so alive rage when they are seen while the rest of me

forgotten for a moment how can I ask you to let go of the living the weight of them i have

always believed in death how much of it never left life alone when you want me i am terrified it’s these haunted parts i try to forget in bed where the body you love most sits heavy on my chest tonight stop please stop 

— Laura Buccieri, from “please please don’t ever stop holding me,” songbook for a boy inside

[lifeinpoetry]

I’m dancing in heavy coats flipping light switches off throughout the apartment before I go out and my body starts trusting itself again

— Laura Buccieri, from “Walking on Broken Glass,” songbook for a boy inside

[lifeinpoetry]

I was eating glimmer I was living off breathing the breeze and kissing in inappropriate places 9pm fading light came in through the bathroom window in our favorite bar how could We not Streets felt like backroads we were discovering How walking can feel like riding in a truck if the lights just right and there’s no one on the sidewalk air moves slowing past us It was our time Tonight is beautiful the tops of trees have hints of light in their branches and the bottoms have lightening bugs The guy below me is grilling and it’s wafting into the apartment and life is slow for just a second

— Laura Buccieri, from “how could we not,” songbook for a boy inside

[lifeinpoetry]

I try not to forget that things aren’t beautiful until they are and seemingly nothings changed except time beauty isn’t practical but I’m practically asleep with my love and that’s beautiful sometimes all of this is happening before bed while we’re watching something unnecessary but good like the Kardashians naming their kids every word fits perfectly inside their mouth there is no visible sky tonight

— Laura Buccieri, from “I bite my nails in our house,” songbook for a boy inside