You've been gone only a day
And it feels like weeks
I miss you
miss lying in your arms
And the way you kiss my forehead
I miss the feeling of waking up to you
I cannot bare the distance
My heart aches
its trying to fight its way out
my heart is trying to find you
Reach you through the distance
I miss you baby and these words
They've become gibberish
I used to be so good at speaking
When I was sad
But after the gift of you happiness
Became what I was use to.
Now what am I to do
Without any words worth saying
without you.

Your soul is incendiary
Grappling with darkness
whose inky-black hands long for flames of life.

Raw power
which does not know its strength
soft smoldering embers leap up into light.

Deny it, please, I dare you.
Insist you’re nothing more than chilly blank obsidian.

Tell me how I must be wrong;
I’ll strike up a match.

So then we’ll both ignite—
Best to burn alive
than melt away in ice.

Romance makes me think of you
a soft breeze summons me to sigh
Other couples’ fingers intertwined
Laced with passion that subsides
Contentment in companionship
Just being by their side—
I know a man is not the source of happiness
There’s much richness that this world can bring
Please know I’m quite multi-dimensional
But goodness, how you cause my heart to sing.

Whisper
Drop peonies in my eardrums
Sew violets under my skin
Take all my fragrance in and
Exhale
Pave a path of fuchsia petals
We’ll share baths with chrysanthemums, lilies, hydrangeas
And crown ourselves in wreaths of all the roses.

When we decided on ice cream
I suggested caramel
sticky sweet
dripping down the sides
I wanted to lick it up and
feel the sucrose explode on my tastebuds
a minefield of pleasure.

When we decided on ice cream
you promised whipped topping
and hot fudge
rich luscious chocolate
oozing toward the edges
swirls of dark intensity
intermixed with bouts of airy lightness
a most delightful contradiction.

With all the imagery that’s found in words
and pictures bound to play out in my head
It’s fair to say this sundae tempted me at waking hours
(and maybe even crept into my dreams)

… it’s quite a shame that in the end you settled for vanilla.

Being a girl is rough and often ***** life out of me, and to be told I need just be a cook is rather insulting whether a joke or not. I will take what you've said seriously cause it already means your bigotry leaped from the brain to your vocal chords which leaves me in silence. I know, matters not what you think but overall society has women in chains. Though we have freedoms we are not free from being hit on, picked up, and constantly berated for not being perfect. From society's view to the churches I'm not satisfied to hear such ignorant misconceptions, I'm not a housewife nor will I lower myself to strip down to my bare skin when I go outside in a bikini, I'm a woman making her own path with her own God trying to figure out who she was made to be, and you pointing at me is not helping, so I don't know how to cook or clean or really know how to do laundry, but I can write verses of about this perverse world and I can make friends and say what I think and know that I am so much more than my face, and that I deserve a man that respects my love of independence. So if at all you are offended just know that I'm entitled to my opinion that I can be so much more then a wife but still there is a lot of honor in that

Inside, I ache, I hurt, I am hallow.
I want my heart beat back.
But in order to get it back,
I have to surrender to you.

Part of me loves you.
Part of me hates you.
I am fighting against you.

Do I keep on with the dreams that you gave me?
Or do I **** them so that I can move on...

If I move on, I have to **** you in my heart.
I don't want to.
I want to feel your presents when I am scared.
I want to feel you holding me when I am about to fall.

But I am not beautiful.
I am not successful.
I have not achieved anything.
I must do this without you.
I must become successful on my own.

I feel like I am dying.
The most intense pain consumes me.
It is the pain of loneliness,
of purposelessness,
of the deepest sorrow that can't be put into words.

I want to be naked before you.
I want you to see my sin,
my pain,
my hurt.
I want you to tell me that you love me,
that you are the only thing that I need,
the only one that I need to keep me alive.

BREATHE SOME LIFE INTO ME!
STRIP AWAY MY STUBBORN SOUL!
SO THAT I CAN COME HOME TO YOU!

No more telling people of my sin.
No more telling people of the ache within me.
It is my secret.
It is my slave, or I guess I am its.

GOD! I have taken away the life that you have given me.
But how can I let you back in.
I can't. I can't. I can't.