"When was the last time someone ran their fingers through the knots of your soul?"
"Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm."
"What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?"
"Seek respect, not attention. It lasts longer."
I’ve written like a million poems
hoping that somehow
you’ll jump out of the page
and be closer to me.
Because if you were here,
I would massage your back
until your skin sings songs
that your lips don’t even know the words to,
until your heartbeat sounds like my last name
and you smile like the pacific ocean.
I want to drink the sunlight in your skin."
"Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours cos they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that."