#sapphic yearning

Mentally, I’m lying in bed on a rainy day with a girl in my arms, listening to the soft pitter patter of the rains drops tapping the window while we cuddle.

I saw a picture of her today and was rammed, totally pummelled, by the full extent my gayness

I want a girlfriend. I want a butch girlfriend. I want a butch girlfriend that I can hold hands with at the farmer’s market as we plan a date in which we feed each other these strawberries dipped in chocolate. I want a butch girlfriend who will help me pick out another shade of red lipstick at the store because she knows she can kiss it off of me when we get home. I want a butch girlfriend who will slowly walk her fingers up under my skirt as I unbutton her shirt. I want a butch girlfriend who will tell me my hair looks beautiful while thinking about dragging me to our bed by it later that night. I want a butch girlfriend. I want a girlfriend.

im such a fuckin simp

did i make the same mistake again?

the power that you hold

making me forget my name

for you, your smile, your sapphire eyes

i hope this time we will last longer

i hope this time the feeling in my stomach doesn’t disappear

i’ll try to make you feel alright

as though i didn’t break your heart

i’ll take you as you are this time

i’ll try not to hope for a fantasy

but you know, im a poet

and a dreamer

i’ll set the pace

and hope you’ll follow

i want to be closer to you

you make me feel like no one else has

the power that you hold

you’re magical

i got this strange feeling in my stomach today while i was thinking about you, this heaviness and warmth, i wanted to giggle and smile because you~~ i feel it now as im writing this

oh honey

how i want to hold you close

my heart longs for your fingers tangled in mine

once again im falling

please don’t break my shriveled heart

imagine kissing your girlfriend outside of a haunted house attraction. the lights dazzling their face, the screams of horrified people in the distance

going through a haunted house with your girlfriend and they get scared so you hold their hand and swear to protect them

if a girl with a sword doesn’t duel me in the next two weeks and then fall in love when we lift our masks is there any point in continuing in this life?

trick or treating but with a girlfriend: a concept

carving pumpkins, hayrides, and stomping on crunchy leaves would be so much better if you did it with your girlfriend

i want to explore mountains with my girlfriend, have a little risk and maybe a small kiss

i like to sit and ponder about what life is gonna be like once i can finally be with my girlfriend physically. imagining all the cute little dates, conversations we’ll have… it truly makes my day

one day i’m gonna be able to look at my girlfriend, tell them i love them, and then pull a tiny frog out of my pocket as an offering of of my love

not a single piece of poetry
can ever express the ache within my heart-

tongue tied

you are my escape
my saviour from this nonsense world
i see your face
i forget about the pain
i hear your laugh
i forget about my fear
i feel your touch
i forget about my unaccepting mother

i grasp for every opportunity
to talk to you
i’m sorry if it makes me seem weak
however you’re this drug everyone
tells me to stay away from
but tell me how can i stay away from those
glorious eyes and
precious smile

this is why i can’t have you
this is why i must be without you
you may be breathtaking
but the consequences are devastating-

forbidden fruit

i notice the way you look at me
when i’m crying or vulnerable
you rub the side of my arm but
you want to hug me
don’t you?
you hate seeing me like this,
don’t you?

i don’t know who you are

your name is engraved on my heart,
and the ghost of your touch lingers on my arm
yet i don’t know who you are

my sol, i have only seen you rising
what are you like setting?
i have only seen you out in the open
what do you look like, coyly hiding behind the moon?

grace me with your beauty
paint my waters with your red

-i want to see you, raw, unrefined, like mother nature intended

we’ve been parted for so long

far, far, faraway,

your eyes, your lips, your touch are

far, far, faraway,

days leading up to our meeting feel so

far, far faraway,

the reality of being able to kiss; your tender lips is

far, far, faraway,

“happy valentines day,”
i whisper to no one but the moon
the clock strikes midnight, and i’m left awake;
awake with the silence of the night,
and the deafening sound of my thoughts
of course, you’re on my mind at this hour; when are you not?

you are like honeysuckle, mounting the walls of my heart
the walls that were built to protect, but you somehow
find the cracks and seep through
you wrap thick vines around my heart, planting a seed of
your sweet, sweet destruction
and let the white flowers blossom

you think i would stop you, but no;
the sweet taste is addictive