Thoughts

i.
I'm wearing the
same chapstick you wore
when we kissed on
your bed,
kisses that tasted
minty and
explosive and
sharp, but
wrong, but
right.

ii.
I saw your name on
PostSecret and
my throat caught as if
your hands were
strangling me.
What are you thinking?

iii.
Is there someone out there
who will get lost
in the music?
Someone with
talent and
a body like incense that
could wrap around,
inside,
through,
me?

I'm looking for you.
Keep your eyes
open, please?

iv.
This shirt smells
too much like you.
If I don't wash it I
might start crying.
(But I still miss
the beauty in tears.)

v.
Needed:
1 pair of
swimming trunks.
(I hate hiding,
but you hate the truth.)

vi.
I like to think that
I'm not as
confused
as you think.
But I really don't know.

vii.
Her squeal made me
want to cry.

I miss beautiful
humans.

viii.
His words were hypnotizing
as he told me about
California and
I should have stopped
talking,
but his voice has
the same comfort
as yours does.
Both equally dangerous.

ix.
I miss the sun.
I'm getting cold
again.

x.
I miss you.
I miss
glowing.