Because we were so small-minded
and unscathed by walking terrors.
Hold me, hold them,
nibble on the lobe of an ear
shyness is a result of "bruised spots" on the neck;
those chuckles from your peers. So reckless, at times we were on the rooftops above inhabited areas where we watch the stars as we lay upon each other;
I over you, upright.
Limitless is how we live the best part of our lives. PARTS of our lives:
years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes...
and the seconds.
Oh those seconds that skip with a beating heart,
when you got to peck your crush for your first time in the hallway
the seconds it took to smile
when your eyes met mine
worried about my dad getting mad
when I didn't get home by 9.
How you held me up against the bathroom wall
and considered staying for me, "well Here,
has what I want..."
The time I did a bare naked backbend on the motel floor.....I didn't even make it far before I tumbled down
the laughter in those seconds
our seconds in that laughter
I've written enough poems about,
you don't get a spot here,
not for all the time we shared; the seconds you stole. It's my life you know?!! You knew all along and willingly lost
in a fog.
Of all the kisses I've remembered
they were always yours.
See how I switch back and forth?
Because I can't tell if you're a trigger for my past self,
oh how my tremors
love the taste of you.
Or if you really were just a narcissistic asshole. Preying on me.
funny how, the hardest of
always get the last word.