you're not
leaving yet. no,
i'll glue your limbs to the pavement,
lower your waving hand,
tell you
something to make your eyes crinkle
again.
again,
again,
again.
let's do it again, except now
i know not to close my lips
when i smile,
not to look away
from the sun.
i know
someday a woman will love you,
sleep every night with your breath in her mouth,
not the briny gulp of ocean
i swallowed when trying to call you.
watch me now, see
how my eyes change when you talk.
you're not
leaving yet.
no.
I have been told
To put curl cream in my hair
Upside down, eyes
Straining against the ceiling light,
Curls straining toward the tile floor,
Bunching.
I will smell
I'm wearing the same dress I wore last year, on an evening that felt like moonlight even though the sky was still a milky purple-blue by the time we left, arms linked, laughter spilling over each other and turning the air fragrant, because back th
Today I thought I looked pretty
It must have been a trick of the light
I can't fall asleep in this city
I wish that you'd come stay the night.
Last week I talked to you for hours
Comments
OMG. I love this poem so much. This is so relatable and heart-breaking :)
aw thanks!!
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