she feels like sunshine.
...
no.. not just that.
she feels like the moonlight upon my face..?
...
nope, not that either.

she feels like the feeling of coming home,
of hours with best friends,
of hearing your favorite song on the radio.
she feels familiar,
but also unpredictable.
she feels like what poetry sounds like
when it’s sung aloud in a quiet room.

all I hope is that
from me,
that she feels anything at all.

//

yeah, i abandoned this blog again. oopsie.

i really hope you guys are doing well. here's a poem i wrote about my first girlfriend- i'm bisexual, for those who don't know.

stay cool & stay alive,
-kenzie