May my voice be your favorite sound.
My sweet aroma your favorite scent.
My soft skin your favorite touch.
My very presence your favorite sight.
My tender kisses your favorite taste and
Wrapped in my arms your favorite place.
Tag: poems
This
This thing between us is powerful.
Immensely palpable, nearly tangible.
I think I can actually strum the
string that pulls us together.
It seems to keep us tethered
even when we’re miles apart.
And in those moments we share the
same space, we explode without
breaking into a million pieces as this
thing also inexplicably keeps us whole.
Lyrics
Lately I seem to find you in all
the lyrics to my favorite songs.
Were you there all along or is it
the way you love me so beautifully
freeing my heart to hear you in them?
Broken
I know I’m broken because
I cry in the shower,
though I live alone.
I’m afraid to even
witness my own tears
because if I see them,
If I feel, they will pour like rain.
I know I’m broken because
I’ve been here before.
But I’m not ready to put my
pieces back together because
the time that work requires
could take someone only a
second to break again anyway.
I know I’m broken…
Bones
I’m very observant and often quiet.
Some mistake that for weakness.
But I’m kinda like a bone collector,
gathering the bones you drop over time.
Then one day I’ll piece them all together,
finally see you’re not for me and leave.