Your presence teases me,
Makes me believe that I see you
Out of the corner of my eye,
Standing in the alleyways,
Or hiding behind bookshelves.
I see a glimpse of you,
And then you're gone,
Shoulders fading from view.
Something makes me follow,
Rush to where I saw you
And look wildly for another sign
That you're still here.
I follow you through storms,
Rain so fierce it's almost blinding,
Chasing your smile only
For you to turn away and disappear
Each time I think I've found you.
When I finally catch up with you,
Just when I can't go any further,
You're somewhere I can't reach you;
You're with people I don't know,
Perched high on a balcony,
Or
I Left My Love in California Over the Weekend by kiwiootori, literature
Literature
I Left My Love in California Over the Weekend
1.
It was always a weekend romance,
I only saw you for a few days.
You had a nice smile;
You'd smile at me constantly,
One side of your mouth higher than the other,
Black eyes sparkling with mischief.
2.
"California", they said.
I just though of you:
Small town boy
Who reminded me of coffee shops,
Libraries and book stores,
Eating lunch on the pier.
Quick to make a joke,
Have a quirky comeback,
But not too loud,
Never too loud.
3.
You liked to hear me talk, I think.
You asked questions
Until you ran out of things to ask about.
You went away knowing more about me
Than I knew about myself.
Even so,
I still knew so little about you;
I never h
You Were Afraid of the Dark by kiwiootori, literature
Literature
You Were Afraid of the Dark
We held hands because you were afraid of the dark,
And we shared an umbrella that almost blew away,
Leaving us drenched and running in the rain.
We ate a carton of mint chocolate ice cream together,
And you didn’t complain because it was my favorite;
You didn’t complain because you knew it would stop
The tears stuck behind my eyelashes from falling.
We fought over stupid things that didn’t matter,
And afterwards kissed the bruises left on our arms,
Smiling like they’d disappear when we did.
I held you close after she broke your heart,
And you held me in return when suicide took my friend,
Arms tight around each other a
Watercolors Don't Go Well with Hurricanes by kiwiootori, literature
Literature
Watercolors Don't Go Well with Hurricanes
Your love was like watercolors.
So beautiful in the moment
That purples and pinks and blues
Covered the palms of my hands,
But disappearing as soon
As the storm came.
You'll miss me one day,
I know you will.
You’ll miss my laugh,
And the smell of coffee
On my sweaters.
You’ll miss the way
My glasses would slip
When I was reading,
And the conversations
About art and writing;
When we’d argue
Over abstract art
And if it meant anything
Behind the surface.
You’ll miss the way
Every day was a surprise,
New colors on my clothes,
A new piece of art on the wall.
You’ll miss the way
I could always understand
How you were feeling.
Most of all, though,
I know you’ll miss my body,
Because in the end
I was just sex
To you.
What am I to you?
We were friends,
I'd like to believe
That we still are.
You were the one
Who wanted
Nothing to change,
So why are you
Upset when I
Follow your lead
And act like
Nothing happened,
Like you wanted?