I'm a mess,
but you say my hair's cute when it's frizzy.
Out of breath, you know best
how this world makes me dizzy.
Pile on all my plans,
admit that's why I keep busy.
But you wait, open hand
to say me how much you miss me.
Satin sheets, silver streets
know just how to make me smile
In need of rest, on your chest.
Can we stay here a while?
Head hurts, thoughts are heavy
sitting shotgun in your Chevy.
I take so long to open up,
still drinking out of plastic cups.
Can't lie, I'm just so new to this feeling,
I try, but I'm still getting accustomed to healing.
I imagine it's hard to love someone with anxiety,
And I have worries of each and every variety.
But when I said I was scared of this world
And all it's harms
You pulled me close and made a fort
out of your arms.
-pillow fort
YOU ARE READING
What We Wouldn't Say Aloud
PoetryAnd it's in these moments, when all we can do is feel that one begins to whisper words into paper.
