I Would Leave Me If I Could: A Collection of Poetry

by Halsey

THE PARTY Your tongue is in my mouth in the kitchen at the party. Why the fuck am I at the party? My dress is too tight for you to get your hands under, but I left my panties at home tonight and I’m dripping down my thighs. My lipstick is smeared and there are people probably staring but fuck them anyway. It’s been a year and a half of throwing glances in hallways, and my hair standing on every end when you appear and breathe down my neck (so tell me, how the fuck I’m supposed to keep my cool) So we leave for one night and it turns into five mornings. Waking up and staying in bed for a couple extra hours so I can see what color your eyes are in that special light we only see at 6 a.m. That silver peeking through the cracks around your blackout shades and bouncing off your brown eyes that send me into a fully caffeinated rush. Like they’re soaked in coffee grinds and I can see the steam rising off of their surface when your gaze sets me on fire. So we turn up the heat again. And your sweat is dripping off your chest and your open fist is around my neck and I’m grinding into your lap, rocking my hips against your weight to match the ins and outs of your breathing. (Can you tell that this is the pattern I’m following? Your breathing quickens…) Your teeth are in my skin and you’re pulling fibers of tissue from my lips and I wonder, If I bleed, will you like the taste? Now we’re driving down the highway and my head is in your lap. Tasting the salt of your skin and feeling you g...