Im so fucking sorry

Struggling with the hate you now feel,
my mind weeps – while my body can no longer conceal…
the emotions felt and tears shared,
And all I wanted was to show you the I still cared.
If you only knew the pain at my disposal,
to turn my once thought proposal,
into a deserted land of a life once so hopeful.
The comfort of time is no promising thought,
turning from our years so lovingly fought,
into a present –  I wish I could gouge my heart out and be left to rot

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…I am, who?

Who am I…
to the wind whom gently kisses my neck,
the subtle lover…
that caresses my body,
then whisks away to find another?

Who am I…
to the ocean who runs deep with emotion,
the sadistic lover…
enough to fill my body,
but not allow me to uncover?

Who am I…
to the earth who spawned me for its worth,
the realistic lover…
honest from the beginning,
but with too many skeletons to govern?

Who am I…
to the sun who continues to warm my soul
the attentive lover…
always there when life seems to get dark,
and keeps rising –
to a new day for me to discover?

Consumption

My heart is a singular thing,
fortifying its purpose,
consuming all beneath the surface,
discovering if this life is more than just a fling.
No control in what this heart brings,
allowing all hurt between its seems,
great love or great fear,
no control – absorbing all into its fragile sphere.
I take your hurt and make it my own,
the curse of this heart I gladly invoke,
my heart – the bringer,
my mind – following its procedure,
my journey contorted into this sentimental creature

More Than a Kiss

A kiss is more than a touch of the lips,
it flows through the body and hovers around the hips,
grab her eyes with the gentlest of stares,
as you cup her head – with your fingers tangled in her hair.
We close our gaze,
the image of her remains and stays,
she – the penetrating force that pierces my vision,
a meeting of the minds coupled by a head on collision.
All reality falling from view,
this is the ecstasy her lips have induced,
our bodies lost – fallen from time,
her kiss lay the foundation of everything sublime

Wilted

Over the horizon,
I see the life I hope to come alive in,
if it truly gets darkest before dawn,
what transformation will I have undergone?
Plucking a flower to admire its beauty,
it stuns then dies as its destined duty,
leave it where it may and it’ll live until gray,
selfish to assume that with you it must stay.
The latter occurred that led you withered from view,
sobbing as you left my front door,
you said with tears – I thought you ignored,
I loved you, too

Lust IN One

Give into lust,
if you must,
revel in its consuming sensation,
but be careful,
it runs the risk of turning into disgust.
Roaming from one to an another,
it’s semi-romantic,
but it may leave you feeling frantic.
To love one embodies perfection,
varying from your common place seduction,
tie her up – she reciprocates for fun,
and when we’re all done she refuses to run

Precipitation​

Our chests heaving in rhythm,
windows steaming with the heat of our decision,
my legs still shaking from her womanly wisdom,
such a vixen…impossible to envision.

Finally gathering a breath I asked,
“Do you trust me now, in light of our endeavor?”

With a side glance, she said,
“No. Not now…not ever.”