by Melissa   Jul 16, 2013

Maybe you complement me,
the way some stars appear tossed to the sky like confetti
against a hot, sticky night

I could be your whitest wish,
you, my reason for falling

But no, I cling onto your velvetine embrace
illuminating words that seemingly bounce off you
waiting, waiting, waiting

I think I might let go, dear


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  • 5 years ago

    by Britt

    I got a little bit ridiculously excited when I saw you posted a new poem, lol.

    I love the doubt here in the beginning. The 'maybe' is something we always feel - so much more hopeful than the what-if's we always fear.

    Your lines and vocabulary always astound me. They're always so fluid and soft, no matter what tone you try to create. I love this!