With our wide hips and full lips..

Human instincs=
making the best decisions, like
intuition or self empowerment.
are you confused, love?
that's how i planned it, with you

making my brain scream

because all of my hopes seem to let your lips
bleed.
like cinnamon
(spicy and sweet)
like the rind on those apples that Satan made us
eat. Us
women
with our wide hips and
full lips
and curvy dips
taking sips in our ships
our styrafoam (ish) trips
with methane-induced bullshit
and we''ll all say "Jesus made me do it."
while we're going down
soaking up the dreams in
little plastic cups
(red like my lipstick)
just right to make the fear drip
puddles if soft caress.
while your eyes consume my breasts
and all the wills and regret
try and make me forget
that i used to be into you,
really. i was
hooked (at some point)
and this whole poem was
just words on paper that
remind me of you
and of how i just sort of wish
there are words like these
somewhere in your head
that manifest when you think of me, too.
i pride myself in being
unreadable.
though, i am an open book
your eyes, they have me
shaken..
with just one nostalgic look.

dedicated to;
weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.