Share something more than your words with me,
I'm yearning for more than a sentence.
Tell me a thought without sound.
Trace it out here on my skin.
I'll tell you in the prettiest ways
my tongue can move
that you're dearest to me.
and if I could learn all the languages of the world
id tell you again
I'd burn to have your body,
I'd turn to ash if I could.
I'd watch everything go dark
Only to be replaced by you
My chest hurts with any reaction
I'm smiling and catching these breaths
it hurts to breath when you watch me like this
I'm content with the pain I get
[whispering]
I'd give you my skin
I'd give you my skin,
Watch, how it covers you.
I know it'll fit if you try it on.
YOU ARE READING
Untitled Anthology for the 20 somethings
PoetryMoulding myself into something I'm not. a love letter to all the sweetly gorey things and afflictions that are a part of being a young adult like love, insecurities and vulnerability in 15 parts. Image: "Connected, Communicating" Noah Kocher.
