mercedes you gave me doses and mimosas but i would give anything for more.
now i am stuck with my hand on a needle and
the taste of orange in my throat.
i want more than friendship.
i want more than sideways glances i want
more than just to pick up the knocked over glasses you left on the floor as
you rushed out the door with a bouquet of flowers in your hand i want
to hold you to my chest and feel the
glow of the rising sun settle on the dusty windows that remain uncleaned in
my bedroom.
mercedes i don't just want you in my bed but
i do want you out of my head because
we will never exist as two equal forces i will
always be weak in the knees when it comes to you.
YOU ARE READING
#sorry
Poetry"modern poems" honest thoughts put into poems no filters, only love, hate, death, and insanity. there is a certain rhythm these words must be read to. just emphasize and you'll find it. trigger warning: lots of profanity, lots of feelings. lots...
