Lit Poetry

the long summer i wished would never end. you wondered if your clammy fingers could get away with brushing against mine, measuring the weight of my thighs, tangling...

my anxiety stays and sits like a well trained dog but it wont play dead i don’t own it it owns me yet i own this body this...

Lust, my head says as it begins ...........to pound. When our lips touch, my thoughts spiral ...........to the idea of waking up to ..................................your chest and being able...

and suddenly the world was small, within arm’s reach. She didn’t look me in the eye and I could see the lab results quiver in her hand. she was...

.......................................I can still feel your lips ...................Like fingertips, just resting on mine. It’s a little uncanny how when I close my eyes.... ...The weight of your lip...

When we were water, the moon hung lower in the sky. We sent messages back and forth in waves and boiled under the sun. When we were water, we were vast...

If only you had appreciated her love for astronomy. You would have been able to understand that she paints galaxies with her eyes. That...

I know my brain is a gift It’s just that my words sometimes take 5-7 business days to ship. The quiet of my eyes isn’t blankness, it’s processing....

Sometimes I feel like I’m drifting: in outer space, through life. I can’t keep up with myself because I am more lost than wanderer. Oh, but you with...

Do you know how often I still think of you? How many hours I’ve lost scrolling through the shrine of your Instagram; how I...