Someone
You know, you've got eyes like coffee and a face full of stars.
I tried to show you my quivering hands, and my ragged mind, but you shoved them away.
I tried to show you someone who is broken.
You don’t want broken, you want shiny and new, bubbly and bright.
But I want you.
Not in a weird way, but in a ruffled up hair, and pancakes kind of way.
I want your arms wrapped so tightly around me I feel like I’m suffocating, but I’m using to holding my breath when you’re around.
And even though it’s sick I want you broken down and sobbing, so that I can hold you tight and whisper soft things to you.
I...
Copyright © Kenna Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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