Fuzzy blanks hang off chairs,
strung around furniture to create a fort.
Pillows curled around edges
and fairy lights traced the hems
of blankets.
We liked to pretend they were stars;
hovering just out of reach.
Her head made a home
on the edge of my shoulder,
hair lightly tickled my neck
as we rocked to the beat
of an acoustic version of Stay With Me.
We were alone,
huddled in a blanket fort,
and when the chorus
crackled through speakers
she would lightly
whisper the words
in my ear.
"But you can lay with me
so it doesn't hurt
Oh, won't you stay with me?
'Cause you're all I need."
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Violet Strings
Poetry"My lips burn to feel the pressure of her lips on mine." Violet Strings is an LGBTQ+ poetry collection that focuses on romance between two girls, coming out, her not being accepted in her family and how she deals with everything.
