I think better when I hear your voice.
Things that had been plaguing me
somehow just seem to make sense
coming off of your lips.
The way you can make the whole world make sense.
So carefree. So fearless.
I remember a day when we laughed. The hot leather of your car seats burned my legs but I forgot the pain when I looked at your lips.
I couldn't foresee what would come of those.
I was feeding you passionfruit Italian ices while you had your hands on the wheel and the gear shift. The air was so hot. The urgency notable.
I should have kissed you when I fed you those ices.
In between a laugh or a comment or something.
I had lemon ices that day like always.
I had never tasted passionfruit until I met you.
Tiered to the sky with sickening sweetness and sprinkles
the obnoxious colors of your Lisa Frank folder you had in the second grade
buy me candy turns into
buy me shots
comes the realization that nobody wants to celebrate your birthday
celebrations of the self are inherently narcissistic
so people take advantage
of your life
to celebrate their own
I cried thinking about you last night
i don’t know if it was because I missed you, or your body, or the feeling of your hand on my back
my mind usually doesn’t falter this much when it’s only been 10 days.
i wanted the feeling of my cheek on your chest and of your hot lips. Clumsily kissing me just like the first time.
i cried thinking last night
I don’t know if it was because I drank most of that bottle by myself Saturday night while I was with my friends and you were with yours
I told you I was having fun, and I really think I was.
i called you two times before you answered, I guess third time really is a charm
I cried last night
and I called you and told you I loved you, but I’m not sure why I was crying.
Getting your hands dirty always happens when you don’t plan on it
flour wedged under too long fingernails
embossed with the imprints of your unwashed sheets because you just couldn’t wait to get to sleep
you laid there though, not moving but completely awake
unsure of what came first your doubt or that phone call
kneading dough is oddly therapeutic when you’re thinking about ending things
you know it’ll just rise back up after you punch it down
but there’s only so much yeast
at one point or another it’ll get punched and stay down
then you’re left with tough bread
something that used to feed thousands but somehow fell short in your loaf pan
you punch it again, this time achieving nothing but blowing off steam
you don’t need the carbs
via Daily Prompt: Aesthetic
I got a flight because I like variety
Sour, bitter, full of yeast
I took my headset off feeling like a businesswoman
It’s loud in here
I immediately wished the phone call had been with someone else
It’s not because I don’t love you
It’s just because the bright energy I craved would have made the sour beer taste sweet and the bitter ones taste less like your tone of voice
The palm trees here remind me of green eyes
I haven’t seen them in years
Hand hovering over the send button,
I think maybe if I don’t look it won’t actually happen.
There was a day once.
Bacon egg and cheeses on freshly baked bagels and large iced teas, the cold wind whipping off of the water and slashing our faces.
It’s such a townie thing to go to the beach in the winter, but how else would I have gotten you to hold my hand.
Lips barely moving.
The cold numbed our bodies, our speech, our emotions.
Why did we both get iced tea?
We went to that same beach a year later but we never touched and we stayed in your car.
We talked about our new partners
We said we were really happy for each other.
It’s been two years;
I watched my finger move as I pressed send.
2,392 miles is a stretch
We probably won’t grab a beer any time soon. But you added a smiley face emoticon after you said ‘let’s catch up’
It’s a shame to throw away what we were long before what we became.
poppy seeds hide in my teeth
scallion cream cheese breath