12.
she rolls your world in her palm
like a single marble
traces all the dents, the scratches
(leaves some of her own)
you sigh without a trace
lean up and close the distance
leaving creases on her button-down shirt;
she reeks of stars and galaxies
tastes like obsession and futility
like the salted caramel she pulls out from her many pockets
in the morning, when you catch her
fishing for stars in the lake
ah, love
you remember how you met:
(you went through a rebel phase; cheeks
burn when you think about it now, and yet
those were your best days?
the rain would fall and you’d stay, dancing and spinning and wishing
chase waves before brilliant sunsets, skip school to step through muddy fields
pocket stones and glass shards
magpie-style, to fill the void;)
that’s how she found you
(or did you find her?)
curled up near the dunes
one eye on the stars, tracing constellations
pondering, contemplative
(why am i here?) collision,
what an agonizing beauty
you crawled to her and kissed the hem of her paint splattered skirt
she sighed without a trace
bent down and closed the distance
left you craving for more:
(why am i here?)
she rolls your world in her palm
🐝 - Typewriter poem from J1 ft. seriously I was such a tumblr gay.