I Don't

i write poems with words like lust
and love and infatuation and kisses
and musk and sweat and compassionation
and misses loving misters with hugs and
tugs and must love intertwining fingers.

and i imagine boys with stringy hair and
sharp faces with pointed noses and untied laces
and angles and edges and thin lipped ledges and
stumpy chins with stumples of stubble over jawbones
and big hands and big feet and big hearts.

i hear words like sit and play and imagine
them coming from the mouth of my boy who i think
might not be real. i see lips moving closer to mine
as i close my eyes and pretend i can feel what its
like to be kissed.

but when i open them, i'm just looking at a computer screen
with beautiful words and letters laughing out at me
because my imagination has a boy and i don't.

Author's Note

This was written over five years ago and I think it's sort of interesting as a snapshot in time. Reviews would be appreciated :)

Reviews

[Jared]

This is you and that is the best type of poetry. The ones that come from you.