I can smell him on my sheets
I can taste him in my dreams
I can still feel every inch where he's touched me
I hear his laughter echoing in the walls
I can still see him in all these pictures I saved for
memories
But this bed is bare
My dream's a nightmare
I can't hear
His laughter
He's not near
Enough to touch
My eyes are blinded by tears
He's killed my senses,
I'm no longer aware
Everything around me, slowly fading away
His face, his scent, his laughter, his touch
Maybe I'll just pop a few pills and sleep away the day
At least he's in my nightmares, the pain of reality is too much
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
His name purred on her lips;
She loved the way it
Rolled around on her tongue,
Loosened her vocal chords
Every time she said
his name aloud,
It felt as though she were
Becoming more and more
Well versed in him;
His character,
His very being
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
Slow it down
breathe me in,
deeply.
Eyes closed,
skin touching,
slowly stirring,
heat rising.
Watch me want you,
feel me need you,
let tender touches bring thunder
as deep kisses bring rain.
Let your slow hands
feather-light, stone strong
trace shivers
down my supple spine,
as clustered kisses please.
Let our bodies meet
with the grace of angels
as sainted flesh
slowly, silently, succumbs
to sacred sensation
and time silently slips away.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
let me
be lost
in those
infinite eyes
of
yours.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
You fill my chest
with
*little
hiccups*
of
happiness.
I hope you know that.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
You know in the late afternoon when the light turns gold and bronze? And it seeps into windows in striking shafts that look like oil paint? And thousands of little points of light flutter and dance in it like tiny angels? Yeah... That... That is how you make me feel.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
I think people, in general, underestimate a kiss.
And the power that comes with the embrace from your lips.
Or the way, for a moment, the world just stops turning.
And how your lips, for a second, can quiet my yearning.
How nothing else matters the second our lips meet each other's.
And that your gentle kiss alone can calm my violent waters.
People sometimes think a kiss is just a kiss.
But a kiss is so much more...
A meeting of souls, locked in a physical embrace.
A kiss can intertwine hearts with one little taste.
So do not tell me you don't like to kiss...
I need to be able to touch your soul for
one. small. moment.
of bliss...
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
Every night I empty my heart, but by morning it’s full again
Slow droplets of you seep in through the night’s soft caress
At dawn I overflow with thoughts of us
And aching pleasure that gives me no respite
Love cannot be contained
The neat packaging of desire splits asunder
Spilling crimson through my days
Long languishing days that are now bruised tender with yearning
Spent searching for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath you left behind.
– Shamim Sarif, “I Can’t Think Straight”
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
If you were to look at me
What would you see?
My curves are too curved.
My stretch marks unsightly.
My hips are too wide
As is my back-side.
Not to mention...
My double chins.
Don't worry. I notice them too.
I critique and I catalogue,
Every time I look in the mirror.
I have an on-going list of my faults.
But I'm sorry to say
At the end of it all
Really and truly..
I love my body.
The way it moves when I dance to the music.
The sighs and the shivers it makes when you touch it.
The way that it perfectly bore my first child.
The creases that appear every time I smile.
Do I sometimes wish my stomach was a little flatter?
Do I long for it to not be so difficult to not be a little fatter?
Well..
Maybe.
Sure.
Yeah.
But I love it, the way it is today.
I'm sorry if that does not suit you.
But it's all I need for it to suit me.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
The day I left you, I don't remember a whole lot.
I remember anger. Yelling. Crying. I remember feeling my heart being ripped out of my chest. I remember being scared.
The months following that fateful day, I don't remember a whole lot.
I don't remember a lot of eating, because I didn't.
I remember feeling lost.
I remember feeling terrified.
I remember barely being able to discern which was was up and which way was down.
I remember waking up and having to remind myself...
No, that wasn't a dream. Your heart is still broken.
I remember reminding myself to breathe, to get out of bed, to feed your daughter, keep her alive.
I remember feeling like a crazy person.
I remember feeling like the pain was never going to end. Like next week felt like a life time away, and a few months?
Felt like a death sentence.
I was supposed to live "a few months" without him??
I like to remind myself of the pain every once in a while.
I like to remember that it was a mountain that I climbed to get over you.
I like to remember what it was like, so that I make sure I never have to do that again.
You took a part of me. The part of me that believed in true love. The part that believed in "meant to be". The part of me that believed in fairy tales.
You took it.
But I don't want it back.
Today, I'm stronger, so much stronger.
Today, I'm a warrior. A survivor.
The person I am today wouldn't even recognize the weakling that you made me into.
The person I am today loves you, despite all that you've done to me. I love you because you are simply another struggling, hurting human being.
But I love you as nothing more.
You took part of me.
But I put something back in its place that no one can ever take.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC