Chanel

Monday-Poetry
 
 
The place where your lips meet my freshly brewed cup of tea over my naked shoulder,
if only I could make a Monday afternoon last forever right here
 
 
Not A Lovestory
 
 
Just Let’s talk  about The girl who let you go so I can sleep in your bed and unravel under you.
 
 
Naked Part -Part 2
Some nights I wake up knowing  he is across the world in another woman’s arms
- the years have spread us like dandelion seeds
- sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other.

He drinks from the pitcher on the night stand, checks the digital clock,
it is 5am - he tosses in sheets and tries to settle,
I wait for him to sleep.

Before tucking myself into elbows and knees reach for things I have long since given up.