She can see the goosebumps from her exhale,
Fanning across his collarbone,
Down his contours to where their bodies meet,
No gap between their skin.
Her tongue wants to give chase,
To feel and taste each bump.
Inhaling him in,
Every last detail memorised.
His breath against her ear,
A micro world
Encircled by their arms.
And she’s hoping he’ll never let her go.
How can it be so silent, amongst all this noise?
I don’t want to be labelled.
For people to assume anything about me,
Because then they expect me to be a certain way.
They have expectations.
I don’t want to have to worry about what they think.
I don’t want to have anything to live up to.
I want to be selfish if I want.
To run barefoot in the rain if I want.
To drop everything if someone I love needs me.
To ignore because I’m. Not. In. The. Mood.
To love. To feel. To be.
In the moment.
To be true to my shapeshifting self.
And there is no label for that.
Inspired by this tumblr post
Fall in love with my words,
For that is why I write.
I want you to feel.
But don’t fall in love with me,
I’m just a figment.
Keep you friends close.
Treat them with love.
For they have chosen you,
Warts and all,
To be in their lives.
And that to me is pretty amazing.
She searched the world to find words that matched her.
And when she couldn’t find them,
She wrote her own and hoped someone would find her.