Poems from mjambura
When you told me you loved me between messy kissesI held my head in my handsand my eyes began to cry I cried because you made mefeel as if...
My eyes are swimming the bags under my eyes are filled with good thoughts.
Sweet nothings float through my ears and my eye lids are made...
I’d skin myself alive if it meant I could stop feeling your hands crushing my chest.
I want to fall in love with myself so I can love you twice as much as I will myself.
Purest of forms
naked and exposed to your criticism
expecting daggers
receiving butterflies.