passing school thoughts

getting nostalgic about kissing. That's all it is, and this is me being all dramatic about it.

I miss the rush of reality around my face
as my lips grow closer to those
of another drowner in this community whirlpool;
the hyper-awareness to every touch
that electrifies the air around us
with a realness I don't even feel
when I'm not daydreaming.
I miss even the struggle
to purify my senses
of thoughts and rationalizations,
loved and nurtured into a permanent place in my soul,
resented in these passing

quickly, quickly passing

moments and stubbornly resistant to my desperate efforts
to rip their grabbing tendrils off
the purity of the adrenaline-drenched sensations
vibrating and glowing in my veins
(because now, the closest thing I have to a feeling
is missing them)

Author's Note

TELL ME ALL YOUR THOUGHTS I WANT THEM FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE MY CAPS LOCK IS SO ANNOYING sorry

Reviews

[Emily]

I like it! Great idea for a poem!