Poems from 15cfisk
it's a Sunday in June
and I just want to go home
but home is two different places
and one, of course, isn't a place at all
but the familiar...
sometimes all i can do is stare hard at your empty chest
at the space where his name is supposed to be inked forever
and wonder how many...
some things are good things
but you are every good thing, all at once
and i wish you'd hear me when i tell you
how enough you are, how...
Can I touch you like this?Here, where people can see?Is it okay for them to watch this caress?Or should I still jerk my hand away before it...
I learned something new today
which I thought I was done doing
but with you, I guess anything is possible.
I learned that I've been lonely...