the boy with the space socks
he sleeps on the floor
he hugs my arms and holds my cheeks
and picks daisies from my palms
he weaves skies around my fingers
makes me pretty rings
the sunflowers in his shoes
keep falling out, growing from his toes
his hair is in my mouth
and it tastes sweet
his legs are intertwined in mine
our limbs are knotted
he holds the shattered pieces of my heart
the constellations in his chest
are in me
i cannot get free
my cut up hands and weeping orchids
grow soft and fragile under his touch
the universe dances on his fingertips
the stars spill from his lips
and i want to trace the galaxies
hidden in his collarbones
count the stars even he can't see
the pretty boy
and his space socks
for the one i fancy, the boy who wears space socks, and says he's comfortable on the floor when there's a bed right beside him. don't know how i feel about this one but oh well. tell me what you think. you're all gorgeous lovelies, and you take my breath away. there are so many flowers in your heart. there are so many stars spilling from your lips, and i wish you knew how beautiful you look, and how beautiful you are, inside and out. healthy. please stay healthy for me, eat and stay hydrated. i'm sending you all virtual hugs. love youuuuuuuu!
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lovely | poetry
PoetrySometimes my voice dies in my throat, buries itself beneath waves of crippling suffocation, burns itself out as cold hands tear at my laced skin. I have smiled while my eyes have cried and pleaded, my wrists numb, my lips wobbling and blue, and star...
