a friend's poetry;

i could urge my skin to tingle at your touch.

i could melt at the wriggly words you say

i could puke out all my guts

(because that’s how much you moved me)

i could grab your arms and kiss you

until we forget our names

bite your neck

and hold you

and then you’d realize

(maybe) it wasn’t just a game

i’d pull your hair like madness

and say,

love me, damn it.

but i don’t.

this poem could be a song

if it wanted to, but it isn’t

just the way i could fall in love with you

if i wanted to

but i don’t.

J;