Love.

It's the vibrations I feel
sitting up in space,
looking at your atoms apple.
It seems like my own
swallowing my mirrored face whole.

Growing up moves sexuality beyond the wetness
of my lips
or recognizing my sister's poetry in my handwriting.

You will understand these things:
Wonder from afar
Question loudly
Fear people
Smoke less,
Want me more.

Fall into friendship of some mystery and
break me open.
If your ready you'll crash
and won't tell me I'm willing.
I'll whisper, "See how it all happened so organically?"

I just needed to be looked at today.
I realized that when I'm around you,
I feel looked through.
You lied,
again
and walked right past me.
Tall heels and no ass to grab,
I shield my face with a head of curls.
You took my body over and over again
and I want to go so far as to say
you raped me.
I've been a nothing person for four days
watching people look through me,
until today when I stood in front of
a crowd.
I tried not to smile, but it felt so good
to have those eyes on me
seeing me
with out you being there.

It's been a really long time.
Of seeing things in complete distortion,
wondering why this feeling reminds me more of a situation that doesn't exist anymore.
Why is that always happening?
Me,
somewhere else and where I am.



It was good to touch you,
a familiar pull
that comes and goes
till I have to start all over again,
working my way up to being bodies, together.
I felt like I really knew your name
and I like the way you think