He told me he knew I wasn’t okay. he told me even through my vacant smile and my dismissing wave, he could see a fear behind my eyes. And it was then that I almost let myself cry, and I felt I could fall into him. Because someone looked past my skin, he saw my heart beating and my mind thinking. He could feel how cold I was without even touching me. He made me realize I’ve never been truly seen before.
you looked at me with softened almond eyes, edges wrinkles up in the way only smile lines can. your eyes always reminded me of those sour apple rings – sugary on the outside, sour on the inside, and I think if the only person you were ever kind to was me, that is all the motivation I need to stay on earth.
your twizzler red lips curled into a smile, chewy rope tilted up and I thought if I leaned over and kissed you, it would be entirely too sweet. I’ve never liked twizzlers, but I’d eat them everyday if it meant just one moment with you.
your laugh is unabashed and loud, the savory butter to your smile’s maple syrup. cozy, warm, and confectionary, I think I could drown in your presence if you weren’t my anchor.
freckles span across your skin like they could tell a future of us. you and me, me and you. maybe laughing at something stupid I said. maybe sharing a bowl of candy. I always thought they were too sweet, but it’s okay – it’s the perfect excuse to give you half anyway.
| k. - I tried to write you something, but I had a reese’s in my mouth and you were smiling so big, I got distracted. - @nosebleedclub xxii. maple syrup
I RAN
as fast as I could
slipping and sliding
hickering and jiving
I cheetah so I'm a runner
I'm a ranner so I run
I'm breathing so I'm born
and I'm teething till I'm corn
till I'm dirt
till I'm hurt
I'm biting into flesh
bringing oxygen to soul
cutting corners round death
I'm alive!
I'm alive!
I am running.
I am singing songs of orange
and hymns of tide
I beat like ocean by mountain side,
crashed, grace filled - veins bulging
I am mountain tonight!
I ran
I ran
I am running!
the way the wind goes
with all that's here
I could never be lone
held by rays & callings of love
touched by heaven
journeying home, like nest to dove
Cotton Kitty
'Tho its awfully nice and pretty
And its fur's as soft as satin.
Still its just a cotton kitty.
Can't you hear its hear a-battin'?
By L.M Ackman
"The rose is the sweetest poetry with her softness undefined, velvet to the touch with her curves a delight.. she is sweet and fragrant, every bit beautiful. A beauty among the world's flowers, each one so beautiful and unique.. a goddess among flowers, majestic. It takes a soft hand to aquire a rose, a delicate touch.. for if you just barge in, she will grab ahold of you and you will remember the encounter for as long as your scars heal."
She may be soft but she hides a strength you could never know behind that gorgeous smile - eUë
i follow through, because i always do with you, and lean my back against the couch. you follow through, because you always do with me, crawling forward and sitting criss-crossed between my open legs and, this is it, isn't it? -
the love i never thought i deserved, the love i don't truly deserve, because your eyes are flashing like green comets pouring into mine, and you hand me a hair tie and whisper do that fancy thing you do, and the television light is flickering over your skin like blue alien lights -
green comets and whispers and alien lights and you make me believe i am in outer space, flying away from anything that might've made me doubt and then coming back home, landing back softly, in your arms.
| k. - @nosebleedclub prompts - feb. i green comets