I had him over: my crush.
We greeted awkwardly, as I do.
Walked downstairs towards my
Psycadellic room, a fantasy.
Low bass music played throughout the room.
His laugh distracts me from my joint
I need to re roll and move over.
He also moves, next to me...
My breathing faulters,
My skin is hot, fingers jumbled.
He laughs and takes it from my hands,
And moves closer to show me
What I did wrong.
His peircing blue eyes stab into mine
And just like that, our lips connect
Our bodies suddenly egar to touch
To feel.
That was a nice fantasy....
Because I closed the door.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
