He asked me if I was falling in love with him.
Who knows, I reply, I fall in love so easily. I fall in love with poems, with books, with single moments, with your hand on my neck. But without you, there would be no stars in the sky. You fill the spaces in between my bones and beneath my rib cage.
in between moments
when all there is
in the darkest corners
i want you to notice all of the little things i do
the three sugars i put in my coffee
and the way i sip my tea
i want you to see the way my hands tremble in the cold
and the sweat between my fingers when you let go of my hand
i want you to notice how the bone shows in my neck
the fuzz above my lip and the lipstick that i put on badly
i want you to hear every shaky little breath
the humming that i do when i’m nervous
the tapping i do when i’m anxious
i want you to feel the heart within my chest
i want you to feel how it beats
i want you to tell me if you can hear it
because sometimes i’m not sure i even have one
and i get so fucking scared
and i just need someone to tell me i’m real, tell me i’m there
i need to feel real, tell me this isn’t a dream
just notice me please
how to write poetry like a white person
- the taste of you
- save me
- no wait save yourself
make sure to left align and god forbid touch a capital letter
Aka you are expressing yourself incorrectly, in a way that this person deems unacceptable. Stop it.
I think there are pebbles in my soul, softly dancing in the inside of my cavities and hitting the sides of my walls, creating small scratches and bruises that were not there before. Always they are new, and sickly sweet and tiny but they are there and they feel like little paper cuts, not enough to get a band-aid but enough to curse and complain, why did this happen to me.
I think I am being sent signs from the universe, signs that I can’t quite read and I am confused and squinting my eyes, staring into the sun, what are you trying to tell me? What am I supposed to do next? My soul is being peppered with cute little pebbles I can’t possibly stay mad at, and yet I am so angry and unfulfilled and I can’t seem to change my direction or stay on a proper path, there is gusts of wind taking me this way and that and I can’t get out of it’s uncontrollable path.
Who am I supposed to be, why do I always fall down? Why do I not follow the same path as others, why do I feel as though I am always on the outside? I wish someone would shout the answers at me, tell me what to do and how to do it and guide me.
I am trying to stay strong, trying, trying, trying, falling down at every single turn, my soul shuddering at the thought of making it through one more day. I feel as though I have a thousand miles to go and only a sip of water left.