The wake in your eyes still tells me that you’re tired –
trapped in the grip of haunting dreams even as the day
breaks with its hopeful light. There’s a sense of lifelessness
in you, as the slow decay in your eyes dims your vision…

In the midst of learning to love yourself, what value does
wealth hold when it only feeds the greed that festers within?
Your skin feels icy, like the jagged edges of rusted nails
brushing against mine…

If you can still muster a smile, let it be for yourself,
even if it stings. This smile is yours alone, born from deep
within. Maybe not today, but one day, you will find your
way back to feeling whole- A way back to me.

Peanut butter sheets; she’s trying to jam
Me up, sometimes when we’re making love –
But hey, we had a good laugh –

Our feelings;

Were never really bred so well from the start –
But hey, these days she loves a slice of my love.

Every time I spread her open, whenever she butters me up –
But hey, she’s my favourite flower, and my Buttercup.

I’d pray my skins off just cover my family’s
Back – yet as I pen these thoughts, my mind drifts
To the shadows of my own depression…

Is it the root of my anguish, or perhaps the spark
That ignites my pen into a fierce weapon?

I find myself asking how highly people must think
Of me, and that’s a thought that always brings me so low.
Acting so ahead of myself but not knowing where
I should go – the ideal version of myself I envisioned
At four years old, had me happily married by twenty-four.

Yet, I struggle to see my own worth in the eyes of any woman.
I constantly search for hidden reasons why relationships
Falter, and it seems that’s why they often do.… still,
I’d trade my skins to shield those I cherish, even if it
Were only for a fleeting moment.

Is this merely a misguided sense of humility,
Or is it a deeper issue of not being able to love myself?
I feel uncomfortable in my own skins

The sky's cheeks touched by a dream –  
Blushing softly and bashfully, in shades
Of pink.

As our love ascends –
You are my heavens; embraced,
Radiating in soft shades of pink.

Calm as the night, carefree as the day;
A melody composed by the gentle stream
Of tears by the riverbank.

Pause by the water, soothing the warmth
Of your cheeks – your presence feels like
A deep yearning, dancing with the rhythm
Of your steps.

Unconventional actions; striving to align with your essence –
Losing fragments of myself; yet each advance pulls me back,
A reminder that it may never be sufficient – I don’t wish to
Approach you too forcefully, but I also yearn to offer more
Then you anticipate as we entwine in this chance act of passion.

You unveiled me with your gaze, your breath a tantalizing
First caress – your lips tease as they graze my skin, your sharpened
Teeth leaving a mark; our scents will linger on these vacant sheets…
Your hair will be tousled, even as you attempt to secure it – your
Body will radiate warmth, and I’ll sweep away the remnants
As if dusting off forgotten corners.

Yet your touch is gentler than the rush of air filling my lungs
As we kiss – you’ll sway your hips, beckoning me closer; that
Image is impossible to dismiss. I’ll immerse myself in the sweat
That pours from your skin – embarking on this journey to
Uncover every tender petal of that vibrant bloom calling out to
Me so fervently, urging me to give everything I have.

Would you teach me how to love a little –
even for the little bit of the time we actually have,
right before you have to let me go…

Even if we end all things being mean to each other
could we share one final kiss, as if the spark of
our love still flickers; to know what love means –

Grant me a love that can lift these tears; pulling the
daggers out from my heart, just to etch your
memory on my skin – even when we’re no longer
connected, these tight knots in my chest suffocate me!