AUGUST ROSE CROTHERS - POEMS

August Rose Crothers, 23, of Central Florida is an aspiring author who writes poems and stories about life, love, and relationships in your early twenties. She writes work with the main theme of love and life lessons; learning and bettering yourself by accepting honesty, vulnerability, and change.

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​I’ve had others in my bed,
some emotionally unavailable,
some clingy,
and some where the love was never balanced.
But I’ve never felt this haze in my room,
I’ve never felt this in-sync,
As if you’ve been in here with me hundreds of times before.
You know when to get on top,
and I know when to slow down.
We don’t have to talk about it but we do anyway.
The lights call our names and the sheets pull us in.
Let’s never go to bed,
let’s stay in it all night.

 

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​His sad, tired eyes.
The way he snaps his fingers when he can’t collect a thought,
and exhales when there’s too many.
I want to pick his brain.
I want to know how he came to be the I’ve met,
and how far he’s come from the boy I knew.
 
“The devil’s in the details”, he said.

 

Ruin the Friendship
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​As i sit across the table,
watching you laugh at one of my jokes,
I’m remembering how good it was.
When we weren’t afraid,
when I thought there was a chance,
and when the sex took my breathe away.
But since we’re moving on,
we decided to put that to the side.
Where’s the line that we shouldn’t cross?
As I sit across the table,
remembering how your lips felt,
I’m wondering what would happen if we crossed that line.

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​I didn’t want to leave his bed.
I wanted to continue running my fingers up and down his chest,
Kissing his neck.
Because being with a man that I don’t love was better than being alone.
But I did.
My heart is on the line.
I got up
And went home at 1AM because I thought of what it felt
to feel alone in a relationship,
and that feels much more empty than an empty bed.

 

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Oh how wonderful it would be to be a seagull,
walk on the sand,
and fly above the waves.
To not have a worry in the world.
But I’m not a seagull,
I have worries,
I cry more often than I should,
And some days I just don’t want to live.
I wish the world was quiet.
But when it quiets down the voices in my head get louder.
Oh how wonderful it would be to be a seagull.
 
Life Isn’t Beachy
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