Fair Hair
I never cared much for fair hair
until they dipped your crown in gold.
And the lights have dripped into your eyes
like candles on cerulean waters, leaving me quietly ready to drown in the stars you keep in glass jars.
I have held your hand on Friday afternoons, held your face on Saturday nights, and captured your eyelashes on pillowcases during Sunday mornings.
I have watched your lips part around my name--
a name that has never charged the air until it fell off your tongue--
and I know that I want to fall into you.
I never cared much for fair hair
until you traced sunlight along my stomach with your fingertips.
we jokingly call him Goldilocks
hair of a Greek god and he knows it
blue eyes. green eyes. it depends
they shift but they stay steady when his gaze meets mine
perfect kisses
he knows how to make me lightheaded
he tastes like sunshine
broad shoulders strong arms
safety
he will always protect me
easily distracted unless we're alone
he's the one who makes me feel same and safe and wanted
been observing this one for a while
Brown hair,
Short on the sides,
Long in the front,
Hangs into his eyes.
It used to be shaggy and chestnut colored,
That was before he got mugged.
Deep voice you can hear from eighteen gajillion slamming-locker hallways away.
Glasses, but he might not wear them anymore.
Medium height.
Pale.
Same gray sweatshirt every day,
Too long, too big blue jeans.
His t-shirts say he's into Blink-182 and anime. (I could roll with that).
Muscular, but clearly a gamer.
Not to judge;
it's kinda cute.
But the problem is, he's psycho.
Boldy
God, I can't even write poetically about her. She's a poem herself. But not a haiku or anything symbolistic, what she'd probably call 'froofy'. Like... A poem that's unfiltered. It came straight from the heart.
She's gorgeous. Just... I went to homecoming with her last night, and my god. She had this dress that was just... Wow. And her hair was gold and perfect and her eyes looked so happy. She didn't like her heels so she couldn't dance much but I didn't mind-- I was just as happy to sit and listen to her talk endlessly about whatever book she's reading for class or that weird lunch they served last week.
Everything she does is beautiful to me. They way she stumbles and wobbles when she tries on my too-small shoes. The way her eyes close when she laughs at something that wasn't that funny, but she's too sweet to tell them. The way her fingers kind of brush against mine, but so lightly that maybe she didn't? And we never mention it because it's trivial but I'm sure they did. And the smug look on her face when I got all flustered and shy is more than enough evidence.
And I remember that one moment I fell in love-- it was so weird. I left my phone in my history class but the next class had already started, so I was too shy to go in and look for it. She grabbed me by the hand and shoved me in and announced loudly that 'this idiot lost her phone in here'. I was terrified at first, but the way the class laughed wasn't at me, it was a happy laugh. And she completed me. I was shy and she was bold and she helped me. I'm nervous and anxious and submissive, I don't like walking through crowded hallways because oh god are they laughing at me?! But she's an actor. A goddess, to me. She can just... Transform on stage. She's not afraid of anything. She's fearless and bold and beautiful and god damnit I love her.
It's gonna be hard. It's my first relationship, well... Ever. But it's not gonna be a highschool fling or a phase or an awkward memory. Because I love her and I want to make this work.
There I go, rambling about the girl I love. I was having doubts but as soon as I wrote this out, I realized it's entirely true. I love her and I'll never not.
I love you.
<3
Mine
He only shows how he feels when he's sleepy, his room is always a mess, he goes out to by me food even when he's terribly dressed.
He care for me in every why but doesn't say a word, he always speaks the truth even when he isn't heard.
He loves me and I love him. It's just the way it is. He is mine and I am his.
Our love is strange but unique, just like the way we dream about each other in our sleep. His hands are big and tough, but show me so much love. Threw the fights that we have our passion an yearning for each other grow.
goldenrod.
we've been friends
forever
nothing more
though i
catch
you
stealing glimpses
at me
and though
you
and me
fit together
perfectly, we-
don't want to
perhaps, break-
the friendship we have
and wish
was more.
so i'll
have to be content
with
my dreams in my head
of us together.
two girls,
laughing
like nothing else
in the world-
matters
both
wishing for courage
to
steal a kiss
of the
other.
no such courage.
