Vulnerable
I did things in front of him
I made strange noises
And said strange things
And my body was hot
And unkept
And he was there
Right in front of me
Looking back at me
With a crooked smile
And dancing eyes
And i was
So goddamn vulnerable
And he was so happy
To receive me this way
And this is why now
I cannot stop
Thinking about him
Even if i try
Did you sketch the drawing? If yes, what did you use to draw it?
No sorry but a friend of mine is really talented with the pen so i just took a picture of one of his drawings
Wow! That was a great poem, so raw and straightforward, and real. Beautiful. And the apple is awesome!