This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Chapel Hill chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
choose the bed, the room, the scene
in which i’ll present myself to you
as a sacrifice for late-night sheets
meet me when you need me
hiding behind a face i cut off
before i go to bed praying i wake up
a different person clear skin clearing
the floors that kiss the raw skin
on my knees when i need you
requesting to knock down doors that don’t open
to protect failing silence from behind
i want you to kiss my shoulders
tell me i belong within your frame of vision
you see me standing in new york city
wrapped in a wrapper  graffiti on my chest
welcoming you home
wishing you’d leave
after a kiss
i need more