Writing

I want you to kiss me until my lips bruise and pucker and purple and all I can taste is the inside of your mouth.

A whisper in the wind... 

A yell in the thunder... 

But they will never tell my secrets... 

Cry in my pillow... 

Cry in the rain... 

But they will never mock my tears... 

Lying in my bed

Staring at the ceiling

Rethinking the day

Going over everything I said

Everything I did

But please

Don't tell my friends

About my excessive overthinking

I 

I sit 

I sit and 

I sit and think 

I sit and think and 

I sit and think and wonder 

I sit and think and wonder and 

I sit and think and wonder and worry 

today, i let my brother spray me with a hose 

and it reminded me of that time at camp,

when we jumped in the pool, still in our clothes 

it reminded me of water balloon fights, 

It holds me

keeps me at the right temperature as long as it's between 50-70 degrees outside.

It embraces me

I can be myself in it

I don't have to hide as much