30 poems. 30 days: Day 11 Ghost Writer

There’s one person that you secretly admire. You dare not speak their name into the atmosphere or share your feelings with anyone else. Recognizing that having a crush doesn’t have an age so you write about your dreams with this person. You write your beginnings full run on sentences no punctuation unapologetically in the quiet stillness of your heart. Daydreaming about the day you will stop being the ghost writer and start being the one.

But until then…

#nomakeup

#justwrite

Ghost Writer

Writing poetry about you on the walls of my shower.

It was that kiss that had us whispering in midday conversations.

Having revelations about us spending our lives together.

Changing like the weather.

Saying something like whatever, every time you claim you love me.

Opening my mouth to swallow this poetry in the form of your tongue

and

it ain’t over until it’s done

so

let me wash you.

Cleanse you with this bar of Dove,

flying 8th grade love notes over your head

as I make intimacy with you

standing deep in the middle of my bed.

The drain catches each emotion that it rinses from your chest.

Stand still for me

and

let my tears enjoy this quest….

on the walls of my shower.

4 having a crush