Untitled by Ayla Bayli
You smell like cigarettes and taste bitter under my teeth
I convince myself its home
You fit right in the spot
In between the cracks on my skin
And make me forget all but the warmth of your breath on my neck
And its so good
To be no one but the one in your arms
And its so good
I believe its true
I made you my mirror of desires
And broke down when you showed me myself
“This is one of those pieces that I wrote more for me than anyone else and it felt private and also very out of context and stupid at a time. Now I feel like it can fit in here.”
Ayla Bayli (She/her) is a poet based in England. These days she is trying to keep on top of her studies, social life and creative endeavours. You can find her on Instagram: @booksanbooks