The light in him is slowing dying out
Those beautiful rays that once
illuminated my entire life,
are dying out
LIFE;  The human life is but a
fraction of a second in history
Our lights don't keep shinning on
forever, on into infinity and beyond
Just as the light bulb loses it's
essence and then burns out
We are the light bulb, only
given so much time until it's
thrown away and changed out
Oh beautiful love, with your eyes
radiating so bright. Please,
don't burn out. I need you
to stay a little bit longer
Don't die out. You are not
allowed to leave me here
in this little hell.
© 2014 Christina Jackson

I cannot in good conscience move forward in my life under the circumstances I'm currently perplexed by.
Mistakenly so, I have fallen for two men.
The first of which, his illustrious and alluring sweet scent, his warm lips pressed against mine.
I'm intoxicated by his every whim, sweat beads leak through my once impenetrable armored skin
Mistakenly so, I have fallen for two men
The second of which, stimulates my mind through use of intellectual punch lines
The lines of which his skin I have yet to be graced by, the eyes of which have never met mine
Mistakenly so, I have fallen for two men
The audacity of my actions has left me with no logical sense of direction
The dexterity of loves swift kick has left me fragile and of not so sweet disposition
I cannot in good conscience move forward in my life under the circumstances I am currently drowning in.
Mistakenly so, I have fallen for two incredibly wonderful men.
© 2014 Christina Jackson

Please excuse me for this
I am not especially articulate
In the art of relationships
© 2014 Christina Jackson

You are, as tender as the night
The freshly painted black sky could reach down and brush your lips
In the center of this masterpiece called life
I have but only one wish
The wish to see you smile
You would make a beautiful picture
And light up the whole ****** sky
Turn night into day, with the rays
radiating from your eyes
You could summon all the angels and demons alike
But nothing could compare to the beauty of the way
My eyes light up when you make a subtle sly
Remark, about the way that I look
Or the way that I am
You hold the very best and worst parts of me
In the palm of your hands
© 2014 Christina Jackson

Your lips leave an impression on my soul
I am always sad when they have to go


© 2014 Christina Jackson