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Nalani Breeze Dec 10
All I ever hear
is how things must go your way—
your house, your rules,
your walls to contain whatever this is.
A home, perhaps, but only if I fit
into the shape you’ve carved from stone.

Intimacy arrives when it suits you,
a visitor, unannounced,
knocking at the edges of my longing.
And dates? They bloom in the garden of your convenience,
flowers that wilt as quickly as they appear,
leaving me wondering if I am meant
to tend them alone.

And me?
I am a shadow in the corner,
waiting for you to notice the ache in my voice,
the weight of my unspoken needs
that pile up like stones at my feet.
I wonder if you see them,
if you even care to ask
why I stand here, unmoving,
while your world spins on its axis.

What do I need?
What do I want?
The questions rise like smoke,
thick and choking,
but you never inhale their meaning.
Instead, they linger in the air,
unacknowledged, unanswered—
a ghost haunting this fragile connection.

I wonder,
if I spoke louder,
would you hear me?
If I screamed, would the echo
reach the place where your heart should listen?
But no, silence has become my language,
the only words left to speak.

And so, I stand here,
in the space between your terms and my yearning,
wondering if love should feel this one-sided,
if this is how compromise dies,
drowned in the sound of your voice
and the absence of mine.
The moon is on fire,
The earth is on fire,
Her hair is on fire,
Her body, is on fire,
I wanna put it all out, but I can't touch her,
I can't kiss her anymore, I can't feel her anymore, I can't look at her anymore, because it hurts,
It all hurts,
We gave and we took and we loved and we broke

A quick bump up the nose, straight to hell and never looking back,
I wonder what it was that made her never look back,
Was it the ring slipped off her finger or was it the abuse that still lingered,
I leaned in quick to kiss her and I swear not a single force on earth could stop the trembling in her fingers

Eyes like a hawk,
Eyes blood shot,
Eyes with tears in the dark,
Eyes with locks,
Eyes that'll tear you apart,
She's seen some *,
I just wanna know who it was that played the part,
Who shot the arrow, who turned the lights off,
Who didn't give a *
when a single * was all she could've ever needed,
Who cut the circulation, who choked her enough to never let another breathe near her,
Who stole her

I've lived so uncomfortably, darling comfort me,
Comfort me,
Look at it in its face,
Stare at its eyes,
Smell it,
Taste it,
Love it,
Hate it,
Become everything it's afraid of,
Become everything it loves,
Be weary of it,
Embrace it,
Think about it,
Think less of it,
Trust it,
Never trust it,
Never *
it,
Never,
** it

I'm exhausted,
My head is cloudier than the thunderstorms you made,
My teeth are yellow from pack after pack of cigarettes,
I'm exhausted,
My liver hates me more than my grandfather hated running out of alcohol,
I can't tell anyone that I love them,
Heaven forbid I trust anyone,
I can't stop apologizing,
I'm exhausted,
I can't keep my bandages on,
I can't clean my blood up,
I'm exhausted,
I'm never satisfied, I don't know how to be, and I so badly want to be tough


Come back to bed, you're thinking too much
Nalani Breeze Jun 14
There's a distance growing between us,
a quiet space where words used to be.
Your eyes don't meet mine as often,
and your laughter seems miles away.

I lie awake, wondering,
if your heart has found another path.
Is there someone else
drawing your smile, your attention?

I notice the small things,
a text you quickly hide,
a name you casually mention,
and my heart clenches in response.

Is my mind playing tricks
or is it truly someone else?

I wish I could ask you
but fear holds my tongue
and there's also a knowing
that you will dance around honesty

Each day, we move further
apart from one another
love is slipping through our fingers...
I don't desire a woman whose presence is as common as the air we breathe, whose essence is diluted by the multitude of admirers begging for her attention.
I seek a rare gem,
A woman whose allure is as enigmatic
as the depths of the ocean, her mystery captivating
and her charm unparalleled.
I crave a companion whose company is a privilege,
earned through genuine connection and mutual respect, not handed out freely to any passerby.

Give me a woman whose beauty is not measured
by the number of suitors at her door,
but by the depth of her intellect,
the strength of her character,
and the fire in her soul.
In that rarity lies her true allure,
a treasure to be cherished
not a prize to be won in a game of chance.
Surrender your body to me.

Bare body pressed against the brick wall
Hands tied overhead
Hair pulled back
Your body so warm and hot
Feel my ice cold kisses on your shoulders
My wet tongue running up your neck
Feel the red imprints of my hands on your ***
Moan for me ever so slightly
Beg me for more
Beg for me to never stop
Shutter at the feeling of my hands on your *****
Bite those pink lips at the pleasure of
my teeth markings on your body

Surrender yourself to me

Let me toss you on fresh sheets
Spreading your legs apart
Gently placing my hands on your slit
Rubbing slowly against soaked laced *******
Tongue tied in your body
Feed me your taste
Fill me with the flavor of your honey
Grip my head with your legs
Watch me explore your valley
Stare at me with such intense eyes
As I climb up tracing every curve with my velvet tongue
Wrap your glistening legs around my waist
Take me in until you can no longer go
Grip the sheets, head tilted back
Claw at my body
I'll  guide you along the line between pain and pleasure

Surrender yourself to me

Let's explore our pleasures together
I want to unlove you.
To peel away each memory,
every whispered word, and trace of your touch that clings to my skin like a shadow.
I want to unweave the moments we shared, unraveling the fabric of our time together
until there's nothing left
but threads of what once was.
To scrub my heart clean of your imprint,
to erase the echoes of your laughter
that haunt the corners of my mind.
I want to unlove you so thoroughly
that the void you left
becomes a distant, forgotten echo,
a faded photograph in the album of my past.
But in this pursuit of unloving,
I find that every attempt stitches you deeper into my soul,
where love once blossomed
and now bittersweet memories take root.
6/5/2024
Nalani Breeze May 25
quiet moments of the night, beneath the shimmering glow of the moon, I find myself enveloped in a sense of longing, a yearning to reconnect with the roots that bind me to the earth. As an Afro-Indigenous soul, I am a child of two worlds, yet I feel the weight of disconnection pressing upon my heart.

The wind whispers secrets to me, carrying echoes of ancestors long gone, their voices mingling with the rustle of leaves and the song of the night. I listen intently, eager to learn the stories of those who came before me, to understand the wisdom they left behind and the legacy they entrusted to my care.

But in the midst of this longing, I feel a sense of displacement, as if I am adrift in a sea of unfamiliarity, searching for the shore of belonging. I ache to reclaim the traditions and customs that have been lost to time, to honor the heritage that courses through my veins like a river of memories.

And so, I turn my gaze to the moon, seeking solace in its gentle radiance, knowing that it too has witnessed the struggles of my ancestors and the triumphs of their spirit. In its luminous embrace, I find the courage to embark on a journey of rediscovery, to chart a course back to the roots from which I have been severed.

For in the quiet of the night, when the world falls silent and the stars shine bright, I find the courage to reconnect with the land that bore me and the people who came before. And though the path may be long and winding, I walk it with determination, guided by the whispers of my ancestors and the gentle caress of the wind.
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