This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Chapel Hill chapter.
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