when I was younger not in age but in my mind
I used to be afraid of what the people would say
the scars on my skin were the ugliest thing
the bruises on my arm and legs were disgusting

I was so scared of being rejected, not fitting in
people on the street would stare at me and look at me weird
some kids even called me names for walking around like this
and I never understood why they did that
like it was my choice to be this way

but all these little things made me grow as an individual
I am not that small girl anymore that you can hurt with words
words that don't mean a thing to me anymore
call me names, look at me weird

I will wear my battle scars proud
because this war isn't over and I haven't lost yet

sick of hiding who I am.

You're my moon goddess
so wise so beautiful

your words are like magic
written on holy paper

your rhymes go straight to my heart
causing ripples in my mind

I dream of getting close to you,
to be your muse for life

your light shines upon my soul
transforming me into something unknown

your spirit connects with mine
making me somewhat Divine

the distance between us lessens
you take over me whole

to please you eternally
has now become my goal

Eyes
I'm sorry for forcing you to endure such demanding labor
For flooding your irrigation gates with salty tides of woeful cries
For impairing your vision as loneliness takes human form and riverwalks across your irises
Please, forgive *me

Mind
I'm sorry for causing you to overthink constantly
For saturating your fields of knowledge with dangerous negative thoughts
For bullying you with these words and questioning your sanity
Please, forgive me

Heart
I'm sorry for bruising and blackening your core
For halting the flow of electric passion between your chambers and preventing your ability to attach with the strings of another
For fueling your disappointment over and over again, yet you still exhaustingly pump and beat for me
Please, forgive me

Soul
I'm sorry for draining the waters from your wells of hope
For leaving you hollow, I can hear your echoes of misery
For dehydrating you of joy and penetrating your walls with shards of dejection, I can feel you slowly dying inside of me
Please, forgive me

You
You've created a villain of despair
Who forges anger and depression upon himself
You've given me the tools to destroy my body from the inside out
Yet, my body is still running on the reserves of our recycled love
So just come to me, and tell me you're sorry
Please, I want to forgive *you

Hands touch,
lips are dry,
our bodies touch,
warm and smooth
like satin on skin.

Faces glowing,
cheeks are red,
hearts beat as one
a harmony of one another.

Our eyes meet
adrenaline pumps through our veins.
Stroking the skin
feeling small flips in my stomach
electric impulses pulse through our bodies.

We kiss,
the moment is magic.
The world stops for us
but we don't notice
our minds are focused.

Remember, how we met?
You used to be my best friend,
but this is better, this is bliss.
With feelings like this,
our love for each other will never end

Love
Amour
Liebe
Amor
àiqíng
Ngoi
Amore
Hubb
Amor
Diligite
I just said, I hope, the word for love in 10 different lanuages.
If that doesn't send a global message I don't know what will.

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                          It was there heating
                                            sloping cavernous craniums

                         It was there illuminating
              marble hallways

         It was there immolating
                              witches at stakes

                                     Its fierce essence
                          frightens wilder-beasts

                                   Its mesmerizing radiance
  lures moths to annihilation

                       When in love, we often become
             both wilder-beast and moth

                As children, we learn
             to leap back from the flame

                               When old, we are rolled
                 into iron incinerators

                                    And every day between
   We are encompassed by suns
                       We are consumed by flickering passions

                                  We set-off firecrackers
                           for amusement

               We light candles
                                     to measure time

                         Veladoras to whisper
                                 to gods

                                          Fire is Life

                                      Something in us will
                                            forever burn.

Star-crossed lovers?
More like clashing meteors.
We were soaring from opposite ends of the galaxy,
And somehow,
Written in the foundations of time before the world was formed,
We were meant to cross paths.

At first it was brutal,
At first it was painful.

Everyone said love is beautiful,
But they forgot to mention that it is broken too.