Mind Blown

I wrote this yesterday and it didn't publish and there are New And Exciting Developments with life

I feel out of place even mentioning it

Like it's a thing to be whispered

Really, more to be cherished

But I've got thoughts in my head and nowhere to go

Except here

Here we go

Get it

I'm too tired to be vague anymore

I've discovered that there are multiple kinds of kissing him.

And now we pause to bask in the oh my God, I have actually kissed him okay

And, resume

There's the kind that are quick, sometimes apologetic,

Following farewells and the like

That you can almost feel the words unspoken like murmurs in

In that split-second kiss

There's a few like the first kind

Where you've, see an old, deleted poem,

Got a perfect romantic moment and it's sort of an, almost like an,

Well, since there's nothing stopping me,

And those are gentler, and closer,

Although it isn't like every single kiss isn't the softest, most miraculous thing,

And then you have the ones that come along like ordinary ones

But for some reason, an avalanche of all the painfully awkward memories of falling in love

And toying with the notion of kissing him, laughing at it, right, when pigs fly,

Come pounding down like a ton of bricks

And you think one coherent thought in that all-too-brief moment

The very person I had longed to love, I am now kissing him.

And then he pulls away and you just can't operate

Really, quite embarrassingly,

Because you're lovestruck and in awe because of a single kiss

And suddenly it's January

You're standing across from him backstage

And you feel a thick, suffocating wall of hot air and unresolved reciprocation

You're both in winter coats, it's too warm to think straight,

And feeling it almost laughably easy to tell him everything

Everything you feel but you don't know what to think or how to say what you want to say

So you would settle for kissing him but who knows how he feels

And you're back in May and he's looking into your eyes

And you can feel the kiss still on your lips

Recall it with the same fondness

And you're in January and May all at once

Almost like a I longed to kiss him, so now I did

And then you have to leave him, totally mind blown

Electricity under your skin

Breath shallow and heart pounding ceaselessly

And you’re unable to make sentences

Until now

The kisses like that

Are perhaps my favorite

But it also goes unsaid that any can make my heart melt just as suddenly.

Reviews

[Spilt]

This is the purest poem about love I've read so far. I can almost imagine being in your place and its mind blowing how make the words flow together so perfectly to express a mood or emotion!