Poems from bridgettekeye
Acoustic music makes me sick,
because the sound of it never becomes anything but
so sweet and lovely;
lovely like being outside and
just a...
When you leave and I’m alone and it’s warm and this smile is permanent
Because you didn’t leave and I’m not alone
And I try to crowd my...
There are certain
things, little
things that I notice when we’re quiet in the way that speaks volumes
Sometimes I need conversation and...
I once had a friend who talked about a tongue and how heavy it was, how inherently powerful
Mine works over these words that repeat and...
bruises
little marks where your fingers dipped into my skin and left that impression
strong fingers, yours, touching and pressing and...