Thought Catalog

Lyrical Poetry

I Only Want You When You’re Sober

I want your eyes open and bright, not red-rimmed and disguised with a loopy smile. Not a body slumped on a couch and an arm draped heavy across my shoulders. Not a kiss you won’t remember, still wet on my lips.

You Make Love To Me With The Lights On

You make love to me with the lights on
So I’m forced to face my own weird fleshy cage
But now it doesn’t feel like that
My body is no longer the asylum I can’t check out of
My body finally feels like that temple everyone talks about
And my God, do I want to be worshipped

I Am A Woman

I am a woman
but I will not flit between
delicate and empowered.
I will not grace the vase
on your bedside table.