I apologize
You were a decimated book
That I promised to renew
But as I kissed your lips
And caressed your face
In the most gentle way I could
More pages were torn and shredded

I apologize
You were the pouring rain
And I loved feeling raindrops
On my skin
But as you shower me
With your words, emotions, fears
I seek for shelter in haste

I apologize
You were a neglected garden
I strayed from my home's path
And I saw you
I told you I would be back
Help you regain your life
But I forgot where you are

I apologize
You were the twinkling stars
Even your slightest smile
Illuminated the black sky
But my eyes were transfixed
On the cracks of my ceiling
I can't look at you anymore

I apologize
You were both gems and pearls
My filthy, rough hands
Have dared to touch you, love you
I said I will take care of you
But old habits die hard
I keep breaking you

dear beautiful lover
I thought about you today
I'm completely and utterly in awe of you
I am smitten by all your shades of ebony
I can imagine you standing right before in all your shades of almighty

my king, it seems that we are fighting against distance, time and gravity
we are in our own universe
this gravitational phenomenon caused this soul to attract
to
you

you intrigue me
& I want to explore you
physically
mentally
& emotionally  

I want to absorb you
soak you up like sponge
I want to fill up the hunger of my curiosity
with
you

I want to feed off of your intellects
be drowned in you intellects
I want to be attached to you in
every
single
way

I want you to write tasteful poems about me, as I do about you

but my everything,
it seems we are fighting against
distance, time and gravity
but maybe this is interlude
& our time will come
until then I shall just admire you from a distance
& write secret poems about you
until my pen runs out of ink

By Cheyanne Ntangu

******* it
you are everywhere
the fires you have started and
put out in my heart are killing me
slowly and I want nothing but to escape the smoke in my clouded lungs and the flames that spread throughout the memories in my brain
and I am hopelessly trying not to become a pile of ashes like the others you burned holes in to

-a.f.

As your fingertips traced my freckles into constellations, I wished I could have loved you, instead.