i wish they had told me
I would drink in your heated chocolate eyes in two gentle sips
and, forehead to forehead, I would read the smiles nestled in the curve of your eyebrows
Your angel smiles and thief heart take my time and stuff it in into handsewn leather bags with gromitts punched in the top
and pull it out when I’m nervous because I’m nervous you won’t come and I can’t stand the wait.
Through my teeth, giggles float up to the ceiling where cobwebs take my hopeful looks
and wrap them in silk and tiny little thoughts crawl out and bite my exposed arms at night.
The thoughts tell me your hot chocolate eyes would rather pour into someone else’s
and I want to forget but they’ve laid eggs in my ear and it's gross and it’s all I can think about.
I just want to be held, so I tangle myself up in my thoughts until it feels like your arms
and I close my eyes and wait for the threads to break and the chocolate to cool down.
omg poetry I wrote a long time ago about someone I knew for a very little amount of time lalala also I haven't slept in over 24 hours