Tag: do you love me

I want to get drunk and talk about you at parties
I want to know that I can do that because
I don’t really know if you’re mine.

What are we?
Can I tell my mom about you?
Can I daydream about you?

Do you still think about me a lot?
Do you still daydream of kissing me?
Is the shape of my lips imprinted
in your eyes, the way light stains your irises
after staring at the sun, 
like your lips are in mine?

what did that kiss mean? // a.s.m

You Can’t Find This In The Dictionary

the sun entered your eyes
when they met hers
and the way you held her in photographs
defines love in a way my words cannot. 
i can see what love is, 
but my heart is closed and cold, chiseled
from unforgiving stone, and I will never
understand the warmth. 

I cannot see the way you look at me
or if the moon resides in your eyes. 
I do not like photographs; the way they
distort the perfect
pictures in our minds. 
So I may never know the definition of us.