Fingers itch to text you,
but mind goes blank
on what to talk about.
(I suck at conversations)
I've been thinking a lot
about you lately,
you turn up in each poem I write,
in each romance I read.
(Like a ghost that haunts my mind)
I wish we could have
an epic love story
worth sharing.
Could kiss passionately;
run fingers through strands of hair
and when we tar apart
we are short of breath.
(I just finished Leah On The Offbeat)
But, are these thoughts
and wishes just that?
(Do I just want to prove I'm Bi)
Do I want it so badly
I could put any girls face
within those fantasy
and it would be the same?
(Are you not my crush)
I think these feeling as queue.
(I can't picture myself with someone else)
I really like you.
I want to lay my head on your shoulder
as we binge watch Supernatural
or maybe even Friends.
Popcorn scattered on our laps
and the occasional sip from our Root Beer.
(I like, like really like you)
However, do you like me back?
(You said maybe, now I'm waiting.)
I don't want to push you,
but how much longer
until you can give me an answer.
(My love for you is fleeing, again)
I want to bring it up, the words
hover in my drafts,
but anxiety stops me
from hitting send.
(Will you say it's too late and you found love in another)
(What am I to you?)
YOU ARE READING
Violet Strings
Poetry"My lips burn to feel the pressure of her lips on mine." Violet Strings is an LGBTQ+ poetry collection that focuses on romance between two girls, coming out, her not being accepted in her family and how she deals with everything.
