When you said
you might have a crush on me,
it re-instilled the love I had for you.
Lips entwined with cheeks
as I read your latest text message.
Thoughts of you,
appear and disappear at random,
like ghost
roaming these halls.
But, did you really mean it?
You haven't said a word
about it since that night.
I want to ask,
figures always hover
over keys
your text message
fill empty corners
of my mind.
If I show you all these poems
I wrote about you,
hand you all those thoughts.
Will there be an us?
How long will these feelings
go in the maybe pile?
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.
