for him | myg

i. small things

like that birthmark on your shoulder
or your dark chocolate eyes
that make me lose my mind
and every piece of
sanity i have left

your lips are as soft
as rose petals
and i'm swimming in your warmth,
liquor is burning my throat
but it still feels good.
i'm drowning my emotions
with every other glass.

it feels like you.

foggy mornings and
cherry blossom trees.
i'm saving myself for your touch,
i'm craving your melodic voice,
i want to hear it ring in my ears
even if it means that
one day i'd go deaf
but, at least i'll be happy
because it was you.