Every night I’ll wait for you to weigh down the mattress on your side and for your head to create a dip in the pillow,
For your long legs to entwine with mine as you press your stone cold feet against mine,
For the warmth of your arms as they snake around my body holding me close as you press your lips against the back of my neck
Every night I’ll
wait...I’m hopeless but I’m hoping.
H.M
Do you remember how in school we would get talks?
About drugs, alcohol and substance abuse
And all the other dangerous things out there
That we were supposed to
Stay away from
But what they didn’t caution about
Were late night conversations over steaming mugs of coffee with a boy
Whose very smile was capable of making your stomach do back flips and somersaults
Or whose lips would curve into a smile
Against your lips making your pulse race dangerously fast
Protecting, shielding us that’s what they said
From harmful things
But they forgot to mention
To warn me
About
You.
H.M
I love thunderstorms. The hiss of the wind. The boom of the thunder. The lightning that lights up the sky but especially the rain that hammers down in absolute torrents.
Why?
Because sometimes in this dreary, rut like, waiting-for-Friday-night life that we all tend to lead we just need the world to remind us that not everything is perfect. Not at all.
Sometimes nature can’t handle the pressure.
Sometimes the sky
explodes.
H.M