Because I write shitty poetry when I'm bored.
Thinking about how I get to see you tomorrow
- safe if your arms -
sends my heart beating the inside of my chest
like a jackhammer
against dirty cement.
I’m a lucky girl
to know the touch of your lips to the crook of my neck.
I wish we could stay that way
forever.
Throw me one more glance
and I may fall for good.
Catch me.