He reminded me of an early morning
When the sun is peering through the blinds
You are not sure which way is up
Your eyes crusted shut
Sliding wrists into your sockets to rub them
Then turning over to smile and
Using your fingers to grasp whoever is next to you
Even if at first you do not remember which he it is, but-
You know it is him and he is there
With a yawn and a stretch to stimulate your senses
Puffy eyes slowly opening to take in
Sleepy surroundings but mostly you want to
Wake up to him
YOU ARE READING
Death Threats ♡ poetry
PoetryThrough years of building secrets and multiple lives, I've collected all of this poetry. The first random person to actively support my online poetry ended up sending me death threats a few months after I began assembling my first collection. I bloc...
