#spilled thought
A series of polaroids of you and I.
1. The sky is dull; not a true blue like I usually like but I smile up at you anyways.
2. The air smells like ice and hot cocoa; you drink and then press your lips against my neck and it sends a tingle down my spine and into my toes which I can barely feel because I always refuse to wear boots in the snow.
3. Once I’ve stepped in too many puddles, you tell me “alright, jump up.” carrying me home on your back; I whisper in your ear and you grin beautifully.
4. We are sitting on the couch under the covers watching Inception for the millionth time.Your arm around my neck, our fingers interlaced, our faces pressed against each other’s; we breathe in the warmth from one another’s lips.
5. I’m standing in the kitchen, coffee in hand, crinkled nose, wearing your hoodie that is 3 sizes too big. My hair is messy but I am happier than usual; it radiates off of my freckled skin.
6. You are fast asleep covered in my favorite ice blue blanket from Kohl’s; my head lies on your chest. Twinkle lights shine down on us, barely lighting the room. My fingers are curled up in your chest hair while I sing “My Everything” by Ariana Grande quietly until I fall asleep too.
ReBecca DeFazio
More Than a Flower
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We’re over, but so is the self-destruction
You leaving lead to my one man production
Solitude made me realize I can’t do this alone
But instead of dumping it all on you, I went and picked up the phone
You’re the reason I got help.
I wish I could tell you.
I hope you don’t hate yourself.
forward. step. back.
forward. step. back.
i take a step forward,
and you take a step back.
dancing to the same rhythm
for years now.
your hand on my hips;
touching, but not feeling.
my fingers on your shoulders;
grazing, but not gripping.
never quite holding on,
never quite letting go.
just…dancing.
in perfect sync.
i’m starting to think you never loved me, because you don’t treat the people you love like gum on your fucking shoe, an inconvenience to your day.
m;s;h
