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Afficia Aug 2019
It hurts me to know that a closed door
can become an open one.
and a goodbye can mean a hello.
and a closed mouth could get fed.
and a bad friendship could be a good thing.
I never understood why misery adores
company so much. why he needed her so bad.
why he needed her to fill his lungs
with Love so he could exhale Lust. why he needed
her company to make himself feel immaculate-
only to leave her feeling ***** and ashamed,
left to wash off his sins from her body filled
with more regret than the last. Yes, “Misery loves Company”
but the love he has to offer is nothing more than a
lost feeling looking for its purpose within another.
filling them with what he believes love looks
like and feels like and acts like, to later be missguided
by his own intentions.
Afficia Aug 2019
I wish your mother loved you.
I wish your mother loved you the way you deserved to be loved. she held you in her arms as you  indulged in her warmth and strength.  

I wish she showed you that being gentle will do
more than get you killed. that owning up to your mistakes
in the eye of the hurricane would give more love than harm.

learning to love without another is a part
of metamorphosis, loving the new you while learning to
love the way your old love, loved empty vessels and ***** signals.

I wish your mother warned you.
let you know that this world isn’t always out to
get you like a cat at a mouse. That pure hearts still roam about

oblivious to the pain you unwillingly inflict on them.
that your heart- body- and mind is worth the fight- worth the time- worth saving. I wish your mother treasured you.

I wish she showed you the Black Radiance within you.
that you are a diamond in the rough that
needs love and happiness to keep you from going a stray.



the Melanin that runs through your veins
isn’t ordinary and shouldn’t be treated that way.
that your melanin should never be seen as a threat.

The Melanin that runs through all the
girls you’ve ever talked to is like holding a diamond in your hands- one drop and it’s scarred.

I wish your mother showed you that you’re fragile.
it’s okay to want love but, learning the
difference between lust and luck. that not every encounter
deserves your trust.

I wish your mother showed you originality.
being a fool in love is cool and all, but did you
stop to think about who’d get caught up and lost in your tornado of love?

that you are in a pool of lust? just like every other *****?

I wish your mother taught you to be content.
out searching for new souls without body- or new
bodies without souls.

that fools’ gold is just another way to get your heart broke and make you turn cold.

Most of all-

I wish your mother taught you to be patient.
  Not every flower blooms on time, but some are worth the wait. that your beautiful bud will one day become a Rose.
Afficia Aug 2019
The Bermuda Triangle where no man dare stays
seems to attract you more and more everyday.
this empty space between my thighs your heart
longs to fill, yet you do it without purpose. you
squeeze your way in with your smooth tongue
and quick hands.

My body is my temple. Sounds cliche doesn’t it?
well let me put it another way- my body is the
Battle ground which is constantly fighting to get
ahead. One twitch of the hips and I’m already
leading you two steps closer to your end. My
words go deeper than ocean depth, but will
open your mind wider than Heavens doors.

The Bermuda Triangle where no man dare stays
seems to keep both of us at Bay. my looks may be
deceiving cause your only lead to see what’s meant
to be. and you- with your ill intentions makes me wonder
why I keep coming back for more. but I just wanna
know what  it would take for you to see that I too am human
and may have the body of a goddess, with the
intentions of the devil.

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