Poetry by Taylor

Teaspoons of soup 
and bloodstained sheets.
It's weird how beautifully ugly love can be.

Its the check-ins and forgettings together,
the caring but not too much
I know that sounds unromantic.

But, love bombing isn't pleasant.
I just want loving
like a slow drawn out letter.

Goodbyes that I have to time for
and evenings that I pine for.

I just want touching like
that weird art where they smash the plate and then put it back together with gold.

I just want holding like
that feeling when I burn my tongue on something fresh out off the oven or put too much wasabi on one piece

or

holding a balloon just enough so that it doesn't float away.

Or a bubble.

I just want time
like a perfectly cooled luke warm mug of tea
and that weird music you play that makes everything seem slower.

I just want it.
Love drawn into velvet
and fuck me carved into the sand.

Taylor Hopewell