i’m yours
even when you dont want me
and it all seems bleak.
trust yourself.
you are so much more
than the lies you tell yourself.
stay, and you’ll see.
come find me
in the moonlight
or as the sun comes up
it doesn’t matter,
i’ll be waiting.
to feel your fingertips
graze across my lips
and your breath
on my neck
as you whisper what you want.
knowing you’ll get it
teasing me to exasperation
but i can play that game too.
what are you waiting for?
I spend so much time
deleting the line I just wrote to you
second guessing.
staring at the blinking cursor
which dares me
to let down my walls.
look at me
as though I shine brighter
than all the stars in the sky
and I will give you the world.
You look at me
with those sad eyes
and I melt
every time.
You touch my lower back
and pull me in close
telling me you have to go
it is that time.
You kiss me
i try my best at clever and cute
as we say sweet good-byes
until next time.
Existential Afternoon
There is no winning
no consolation prizes
in this life.
We go through the motions
each activity labeled and ordered
in some order
of pretend importance
to distract
from what we don’t want to see.
That we all got it wrong.
So we rise again,
to the buzzing on our phones
to focus on our screens and our treasures.
Thinking some day, some way
things will change and it’ll all be fair.
This is no game
and no one is keeping score.
Kiss the ones you love
and chase the moon
you won’t catch it, but you’ll have fun trying.