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fray narte Jul 2019
wait for me
on the concert grounds
of the bands we don’t even listen to;
wait for me
‘til you find yourself
singing to the second verse
of a rock song
you hear for the first time —
that one is gonna be our song, darling.

wait for me
in old malls and museums
people no longer come to;
wait for me on the forgotten stairs
'til you see my ragged old skool
and my bad, orange hair
parting the crowd
to give you my bear hugs.

wait for me
in coffee shops that play
my favorite songs;
wait for me with that
black coffee in hand
'til i arrive an hour later
to appease you with
kisses that smell like subways
cause they’re what
i give best.

wait for me
in busy, city streets
valleyed by nameless
skyscrapers;
wait for me in strangers’ cars
at 5 am 'til a sunray
hits my face a meter across
from where you are.

wait for me
by the shore,
where promises are lost
in the sea spray;
where the starless skies
can watch me drown
in the scent of your hair
when the sea is right before us.

wait for me, darling —
wait for me until
we no longer have to say
our i love you’s
through calls and texts
but in front of each other.
wait for me until
you no longer find
an “i have to go” note at three am
but my arms,
wrapped around your body
and my lips
planted on your neck.

wait for me, darling —
wait for me until
we no longer miss each other
more often than not,
and until the only waiting
we’ll do
is you, waiting for me
to get off work,
and me, waiting for you
to wake up.

wait for me until the moment
you find me
there,
next to you;
wait for me until
your home becomes my home,
and until all we’ll have
to wait for
are delayed flights
and underrated movies to start
and dishes served late
and our hand, finding each other
instantly after seconds
of being away.

wait for me darling —
wait for me until i’m there
forever,

and until we no longer
have to wait.
Beth Garrett Jul 2019
I had a daydream that your lips tasted like marzipan,
Sweet and rich like almond, sugar,
After the thought I had to take a sip of water to cool myself down,
But then I thought,
Perhaps not marzipan,
Maybe more peppermint,
Sweet and hot,
Like taking a ball of fire into your mouth,
But somehow at once hot and ice cold,
And I have imagined you smell earthy, intense,
Like cedar or pine trees,
Like you have a forest under your skin.
aesthenne May 2019
i long to be
more than just
the person that looks
at the screen
to keep in touch
with what you're doing

you say that
you're just
a click away
but it feels
more lonely
without you
actually here

the photos that
you send of you
from somewhere
miles away is
somewhat comforting
for my aching heart

but can you
just stay here?
stay by my side

the bed's just
a reminder of
an empty space
and it hurts
to see it
everyday
"hearts will still beat for the ones it loves, even if they're far apart from the one they adore, right?"
Makenzie Marie May 2019
You won’t speak to me
Because all your energy
Was spent.
I guess this is the price you pay.
And I had warning
But living this is not the same.
And I have never felt as far away from you,
In every way,
As I do today.
Sunny May 2019
hum
On that one night, you hummed to yourself.
Some song from some game, I suppose.
To you, it may have been just noise
But it struck my heart.

Your voice was relaxing
And I just laid down, listening in awe
Captivated by that sound
It was beautiful.

As I laid there, I was overcome
With a strong sense of calm
And in that moment, I felt I could lie there forever
Just listening to your hum.
Sunny May 2019
When you're awake
Likely chatting away on Discord.
I'm likely tossing and turning
Trying to get to sleep.

And when I'm up
At an ungodly hour in the morning.
You're probably asleep.
Hugging your pillow, I hope.

Halfway across the country now.
The distance between us feels further
Yet when we talk it feels like
You never left.

One day, I'll join you
And then, finally
Our schedules won't be awkward.
Instead, they'll be synchronized.
Sunny May 2019
When we're apart
I just want to talk to you.
You plague my thoughts
But I don't mind.

I wanna know
How you're doing
Even if it's a simple answer
It makes me happy.

Our talks might be short
And I might not know
What to say to you
But I don't care.

I feel like we make
The most of the time
We have together.
But why do I want more?

I wanna feel your hand grasp mine
Our fingers interlocking
Our lips crashing together
In a frenzy of desire.

You're something I can't
Get enough of.
An addiction. A craving.
Some sort of drug.
Sunny May 2019
A cross-country trip that should
Take about five days at most.
Maybe more.
And during that time, we won't get to talk.

I'll miss you
and my heart aches just thinking about it.
But I know that this is something
you have to do.

I'll be waiting for you.
I hope you'll be safe.
And I know that you'll
miss me too.
I love you.
Eloisa Apr 2019
In my hours of bliss
Here in this world full of words
In my time of grief
You’re my poem I’ll always write
and the story of my life
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