When you kiss me you place your fingers in the holes in my vintage denim jacket to hold me tighter
Your mouth makes me hungry like I’m stoned Because love, you’re my drug and I’m more addicted than I have ever been to any substance I go through withdrawls when you’re not there Because god help me I’ve never felt like this before Eyes on fire promising an intangible forever Infatuation making you dumb enough to believe it When I know that one of us will break the other and as we are two artists it will be beautiful and tragic
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorThis is my daily poetry practice for my intro to creativity class. Archives
March 2018
Categories |