you are really weird.
i like that.
you crept up on me like a pleasant breeze in the peak of a summer's night
washing over me
the thrill of drowning in your love is intoxicating
i love that.
getting drunk on your smiles and winks
withdrawing from the silks of your skin
how i get lost in the golds of your eyes
and drained by the poison that seeps through every sensual fiber of your lips
i love you.
have i ever told you
you give the best hugs?
i meant that.
because i find myself always entrapped by you
wanting to be entangled in the shining, silver threads you weave
even if they overtake me
suffocatingly
not by words because you never speak
but in every step you take
steals my oxygen away
promise me
kid
you'll watch me always
because i only see you.
YOU ARE READING
WALLFLOWERS BURN WILD
PoetryTODAY WE SHED OUR EMOTIONS ONTO THESE PAGES LIKE OLD SKIN AND GROW INTO ANEW ONCE TINY CATERPILLARS NOW GORGEOUS BUTTERFLIES COCOONED NO LONGER WE BROKE FREE NOTHING TO HOLD US BACK NOW + THESE ARE THE STORIES OF OUR REVOLUTION.
