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.
& walk around soho with maxi skirts & matcha & annotate the bell jar in velvet blue ink on curling pages with garamond font & wear my hair long down my back & dark sunglasses pulled up on my head & bangle bracelets that sli
I found this vignette in a notebook from summer 2024 and thought it was worth sharing. I have no memory of writing it, but I'm glad I did.
I never thought I'd wonder
how it would feel to touch your face
but now the thought sticks to my skin, tangles
in my hair. I never thought
your eyes would be anything but blue,
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OMG. I love this poem so much. This is so relatable and heart-breaking :)
aw thanks!!
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