mIstakes.

the light reflected the dew forming around your hairline. little rain droplets created from the intensity of your hips grinding against mine. dripping. like the soap bubbles smothering my moms sudan. cleansing. washing the dirt away. i sat behind the driver in silence. powerless. feeling the humming of the machines beating the side of the car. pulsing. allowing the vibrations to finesse their way into my skin. breaking the flesh. i liked the pressure, because it was

welcoming.

i slid my fingers along the ridges of your body. never in my life have my hands felt so full. the groves of my finger tips melting into the follicles that covered your entirety. warmth. the cold air that rushed across my bare skin was nothing compared to the warmth of your breath. lust is explainable. like dancing in warm snow flakes. my mother always told me that when you played in the cold too long, one would eventually get

sick.

parts of my body did not belong to me anymore. they were yours. i wrapped my lips around your pride and held your ego in my hands, never feeling more powerless. i placed my mouth on yours to stop sweet nothings from spewing past your lips, but instead the richness of your voice reeked havoc inside me. i stopped holding onto you for stability. i reached for you at 3pm when the weight of the world fell onto my shoulders. falling into an unexpected

feeling.

i felt your presence move further and further up from my hips. eventually all birds fly home after the winter. my heart could not stay frozen forever. i looked the other way when you etched your name into the ice. i could no longer control my mind from going blank when you danced inside me. i felt your eyes graze across my body. exposed. i felt your heart race when you slide your hands up back. satisfied. i felt your breath grow heavy when your eyes locked to mine. bliss. i felt the sincerity in your voice when you asked me to

stay.

like a timid animal i crawled into your arms. slept soundly. peacefully. calmed by the notion that the seeds growing inside me were sewed by you. i found a home next to you, swaddled by your ideas and saturated in your world. you spent less time with my hands in your hair and more wrapped around my finger. but people don’t change. now that i know her name i don’t want to know yours anymore. however starry eyed i allowed you to sign the most intimate places of me months ago. when you call my name i cant fight the instinct to come running. i think ive made a

mistake.

 

 

 

 

11 thoughts on “mIstakes.

  1. I’ve found myself here by virtue of a mutual follower of ours, Tin at ‘teen ramblings’.

    Engaging a reader with any immediacy on a blog is one heck of a challenge, and I honestly can’t think of a better example than this. Which is really to say, this is some of the best writing I’ve seen on WordPress—and I’m one of those obsessive types who reads far too many blogs than could possibly be healthy.

    I love everything about this piece. Your crafting is impeccable, as is your imagery, but above all else what really makes itself known, is your natural and accomplished grip on the language. It’s only ever stilted with intention, and never flows to excess. It’s rhythmic in ways that are impossible to teach.

    Speaking as someone in the grips of a love affair with language, thank you.

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    1. oh wow thank you so much! it means so much to me that people actually kinda understand what im trying to get across!! lol. cant wait to check out both of your work going forward! i appreciate the kind words, made my day!

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