greetings.
i used to be sad so i wrote a lot. you might have known me as mividadeepilogos.
then i got desperate and i stopped writing.
then i got happy so now i'm writing again. but so different.
there's this boy. his name is daniel.
i love him.
since i was in sixth grade," i
tell him.
"this is the cat my mom got when
i went to school," i tell him.
"this is the couch my
dad sleeps in because he cannot
sleep with my mom."
"this is my middle school, and
that is the baseball dugout
where i kissed my first
boyfriend in seventh grade."
"well, that's the whole house."
the cat curls in his lap, my
head on his shoulder, watching
a movie. my dad working nights.
my mom separated, away.
a kiss on the forehead.
"i am not sure if we can both
fit in this twin bed," i tell him.
"and you probably need to make
the guest bed look slept in."
i fall asleep on his sweet shoulder.
the cat sleeps in his lap and he
smiles. he tells me he loves me.
i know you do,
i know you do,
i know you do.
god.
this boy i'm in love with.
this boy i love so fucking much.
(pun?)
he tells me everything is okay.
i beg him to come back at thanksgiving,
when the family will actually be
home. he says he will.
just like that.
we hold hands,
walk to the car,
consult the map,
journey on into the rising sun.
i always kiss him when
i start the car. i always
kiss him when we pull
into the driveway. i
always kiss him always.
*
when you come, i come.
we can't not be one person.
locked around you, inside.
your hands tight around mine.
your hands on me like a precious metal,
malleable to you and only you.
you cup my cheekbones in your palms,
sweating, groaning, kissing me deep.
your forehead against mine.
snug inside of me. not wanting to let go.
my legs on your ribs.
close in one twin bed.
i am the most precious girl, according to you.
according to your hands and your lips.
according to, "i love you, i love you,"
on every in and ex halation.
according to my heart bursting.
"this is what love feels like," you tell me.
"this is what love feels like."
we can't breathe and we gasp.
and i know that it is true.
you are right.
you are true.
you are what love feels like.
*
this is not to say:
i am sad.
this is not to say:
there's some boy who is treating me wrong.
this is not to say:
help i'm drowning.
this is just to say:
i'm finally happy.
Poetry by liana
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Written on 2010-09-22 at 06:09
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i used to be sad so i wrote a lot. you might have known me as mividadeepilogos.
then i got desperate and i stopped writing.
then i got happy so now i'm writing again. but so different.
there's this boy. his name is daniel.
i love him.
now that i have you
"this is the bed i have slept insince i was in sixth grade," i
tell him.
"this is the cat my mom got when
i went to school," i tell him.
"this is the couch my
dad sleeps in because he cannot
sleep with my mom."
"this is my middle school, and
that is the baseball dugout
where i kissed my first
boyfriend in seventh grade."
"well, that's the whole house."
the cat curls in his lap, my
head on his shoulder, watching
a movie. my dad working nights.
my mom separated, away.
a kiss on the forehead.
"i am not sure if we can both
fit in this twin bed," i tell him.
"and you probably need to make
the guest bed look slept in."
i fall asleep on his sweet shoulder.
the cat sleeps in his lap and he
smiles. he tells me he loves me.
i know you do,
i know you do,
i know you do.
god.
this boy i'm in love with.
this boy i love so fucking much.
(pun?)
he tells me everything is okay.
i beg him to come back at thanksgiving,
when the family will actually be
home. he says he will.
just like that.
we hold hands,
walk to the car,
consult the map,
journey on into the rising sun.
i always kiss him when
i start the car. i always
kiss him when we pull
into the driveway. i
always kiss him always.
*
when you come, i come.
we can't not be one person.
locked around you, inside.
your hands tight around mine.
your hands on me like a precious metal,
malleable to you and only you.
you cup my cheekbones in your palms,
sweating, groaning, kissing me deep.
your forehead against mine.
snug inside of me. not wanting to let go.
my legs on your ribs.
close in one twin bed.
i am the most precious girl, according to you.
according to your hands and your lips.
according to, "i love you, i love you,"
on every in and ex halation.
according to my heart bursting.
"this is what love feels like," you tell me.
"this is what love feels like."
we can't breathe and we gasp.
and i know that it is true.
you are right.
you are true.
you are what love feels like.
*
this is not to say:
i am sad.
this is not to say:
there's some boy who is treating me wrong.
this is not to say:
help i'm drowning.
this is just to say:
i'm finally happy.
Poetry by liana
Read 674 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2010-09-22 at 06:09
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