You became everything
I prayed I would find,
A perfect reflection
designed for my mind.
Same music. Same sorrow.
Same dreams. Same scars.
You spoke like the moonlight
had handed you stars.
You moved with precision,
too polished, too fast,
Like someone rehearsing
a role meant to last.
At first it felt holy,
like fate in disguise,
But predators often
arrive angel-eyed.
You mirrored my trauma
to open the gate,
Then positioned yourself
inside of my fate.
You studied abandonment,
learned all my fears,
Then weaponized tenderness
throughout the years.
The cruelest manipulators
rarely scream loud,
They hide in compassion,
humility shrouds.
They offer you comfort,
then quietly feed,
Turning emotional hunger
into dependency.
And slowly I noticed
the shifts in your skin,
The masks changing colors
depending who’s in.
No stable reflection.
No grounded identity.
Just fragments of people
absorbed for utility.
That is the tragedy
narcissists bring:
They mimic your soul
while possessing no thing.
A mirror can copy
your movement and grace,
But never possess
a true human face.
So now I move carefully,
guarding my flame,
Because chemistry alone
means absolutely nothing.
And I no longer chase
what sparkles in black,
Because mirrors look beautiful —
but they never love back. 🖤🔥
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 11:26 PM UTC
You did not enter softly,
you entered aware,
Like smoke through the cracks
of a soul stripped bare.
You watched how I loved,
how I carried my pain,
Then built your empire
inside of my rain.
You mirrored my passions,
my language, my fire,
Pretending your soul
was stitched from desire.
But predators study
before they attack,
And every fake promise
was bait on a trap.
You positioned yourself
where my grief used to sleep,
Then fed on the sorrow
I buried too deep.
You called it connection,
I now call it theft,
A psychological war zone
disguised as depth.
You wore my reflections
like masks on your face,
Turning intimacy
into strategic placement.
You knew every weakness,
each ache and regret,
The kind of dark knowledge
narcissists collect.
But pain has a language,
and silence can teach,
Sometimes hell itself
becomes wisdom’s speech.
And now when I see
that manipulative glow,
I no longer mistake
performance for soul.
Because love never positions,
controls, or invades,
And truth does not hide
inside mirrored charades.
You thought I would drown
inside your illusion’s sea,
But storms create queens —
and that queen became me. 👑🔥
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 11:25 PM UTC
A true poet does not count syllables like coins
nor march words in perfect rhythm to sound holy.
That is performance.
That is decoration.
A true poet…
is a strategist of language.
They take broken truths,
unspoken pain,
forbidden thoughts—
and thread them together so precisely…
it bypasses your ears
and lands straight in your throat.
It tightens your breath.
It rattles your ribs.
It makes your chest remember something
your mind tried to bury.
No warning.
No permission.
Just impact.
Because real poetry
is not meant to sound beautiful.
It’s meant to hit you so hard
you feel it long after the words are gone.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 9:58 PM UTC
Let me straddle your mind until I'm confined
to the empty spaces you refuse to acknowledge ,
taking hostage the inhabitants of this grand mental escape ,
I equate this mission to landing on the moon - you consume
every fiber of my being I intrude ,
wishing to know what you are thinking
it sort of ****** me off when you choose *** over celibacy
just assume it's my jealousy I'd rather have your mind than head
as we lay here in bed I listen to the breath that escapes the dark carven of your lips ,
you kiss me so softly with vocabulary I hear clearly how deep you crave me,
such a sweet sentiment from a sapio ******
someone who can fornicate my mental with intellectual ,
you eat out my riddles and digest philophosy
have me shaking feeling close to God see ,
we get bare naked to the truth
Exposing absolute equations and reasons why , I sigh .
Gagging on your brilliance
you present such increments of human creativity ,
swallowing your mysteries
stroke me close and slow
fill me to capacity with the knowledge of you
tell me the truth you love to **** me
with your words You encourage this insanity
This perplexing wet whirl of words gushes ,
and i demand to see the length of your lyrical havoc
I wish to kiss and grab the sensual sentences you string together
& nothing could compare to the pleasure when we intertwine our minds .
It's ridiculous how meticulous you are with my mental
we lay there , gasping sinful in sections of ecstasy
i watch you vividly , react to my melodic passion
i hold on - grasping my fingertips around your brain
you dig deeper and in pain i give you my vunerability
I .LET . YOU . FEEL . ME
speaking languages I forgot i knew
yet I know I cant dispute
our connection from confessing the truth
you sparked theories bigger than any bang
articulating art using slang
we decode out way of conduct
it was just pure luck we ****** through conversation
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC
I am on this journey
The journey back to ME
On my way back to loving myself
I give myself permission to be free
Free of the responsibility
Of taking care of everyone else
The only way to true independance
Is to first walk this path by yourself
How can I enjoy the fruits of my labor
When I'm bound to do everybody else favors
I am used and abused
left completely confused
Don't want to disappoint
Our relationship I couldn't stand to lose
But it's time that finally I live for me
And decide what truly makes me happy
It's time that my soul is set free
'cause as of now I'm on this journey
The journey back
to LOVING
ME
© 2012
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
Her timid, inexperienced hands
Young, unsure and insecure
Didn't understand
The power in her touch soothed his soul.
She had no idea she was the chosen one
As an evolved woman in her 40s
She now understands that
Her hands felt like heaters when they touched his soul.
Penetrating his skin
Skin smooth like silk
Passion hot like fire
The majestic curve of her hips
The fullness of her *******
The softness of her lips
Had a hypnotic effect
Shaking this very powerful man
To his very core.
To see your soul's mirror reflection
In another being
Was completely unnerving
The vicious battle of wills and ego
That later ensued
Was simply a defense mechanism
For the both of them
This level of intimacy
Felt like a personal invasion
What felt like an attempt
Of mind and body control
Or strategic manipulation
Was truly the essence
Of old familiar souls
Reconnecting with each other
This unbridled passion
Was electrifying
Every nerve was a live wire
Intensity so strong it was alarming
******** full body electrocutions
Powerfully addictive
Never underestimate the significance
Of the soul tie
For as ancient energies exchange
Souls intertwine
This is an unbreakable bond
Stronger than betrayal, conflict or estrangement
Its unforgettable
Holding this queen to your chest
Without uttering a single word
She was "home"
Only the two of you
share this special space
With the ability to speak to
each others thoughts
And feel the others' soul cries
You are deeply connected
You are not alone
So in the next lifetime
Be brave enough
To trust each other.
Respect this bond as something far more than simple lust
May we seize the opportunity
And learn, build and grow together
May next journey not be so lonely
Marred with confusion, insecurities
Ego and self doubt
May we find comfort
In our shared heartache
Of the loss of our earthly mothers
We will forever be connected spiritually
Throughout the passage of time
And the rest of eternity
Until we meet again.
© 2017
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
Telepathically
When our souls meet
In our dreams tonight
Let me remind you
that human contact
Is an absolute necessity
I want you to grab
these hips of mine
And bring me in close enough
So I can show you
That in this timeless space
You will never lose me
I want to bite your lips
And fill your mouth
With reasons
you'll never want your heart
to belong to anyone else
Let me trail my fingernails
down your back
As a map of the places
You've taken me
You will fill my ears
with passionate noises you make
And remind me that
The only thing
I ever want to get high off of
Is your laugh
And within this rapture
When I whisper
that "I love you"
It will never be out of secrecy
But rather out of the certainty
That you literally
Leave me
Breathless
© 2017
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC