my sheets will never be silent
whispers trailed between your fingers
i’ve always wanted to kiss people
through windows my astral heart
every birthday i ask for cookies
the cakes are made en masse
i used to draw mountains
but people make better horizons
if you build a sea of night
if you hide beneath the stars
someone will find you
Last night, I was anxious about returning to school. I am living off campus, and my room felt empty. I wrote two poems- one is about loneliness, and the other is about hope.
sometimes i taste the stale marrow of isolation
a creak in the night is enemy or empty
and it’s impossible to silence the noise in your head
the tin-tin pitch black space which craves distance
some person some day may read my words with their eyes
the ones that never penetrate walls, though seeing everything
we wish for open air and box our hearts instead
a car door slams, lights flicker, with the air we think we breathe
if this is the beginning then the end will be between
