I like the kind of intimacy we share


so gentle

in no rush

taking our time to be

intoxicating

it's sweet & playful


I don't know what plans God has for me but I am glad that I experienced such a feeling

all the small things you work on gets bigger altogether,
imagine the bigger picture and start now.

expressing love without having to stop myself from feeling the depth of what we share

the bad you gave me
clears away from my system
you no longer live in the depts of my being
i no longer give you the authority

the rotten you gave me
disappears so easily
you were no solid
i now see that clearly

who wouldn't do whatever it takes to be fine

sitting still with moving thoughts
pretending nothing can break me more
you come and go like the wind
leave me wondering if I should feel warm or cold

suffering for sanity
only smiles on my face
guts are sickened of my imagery frame
praying for a better God’s plan

every once awhile I win the battle
of sanity and peace within
there you come again with twisted turns
blurring my worth with your twisted says

love you the right to feel everything
love you the right to be wrong
love you some mercy

it's not tiring being happy
it's ******* tiring not being sad and bothered

all the good things you said or did for me stays while I'm forgetting how bad you did me. those sweet talks could be an illusion but what you did is the reality.

the smile on my face
the clarity in my heart
are truly named after you

stop stealing from me
for what I have left is not enough
for what you have is my entire heart

summer begins with the sun
& ends with me in your arms

hoping you are mine what's meant to be
all that's you fit perfectly with my wildest dream

feels right imagining the good things happening with you
feels wrong expecting them from you

I pour a basket of chances to cover all your unjustifiable actions

you are made of
strawberries & cigarettes

when the smoke clears
wish you'll still be here sitting pretty

when the senses return
wish you'll still hold my hand

when the eyes are sober
wish you'll still look at me

this hour of the day feels heavy

it's unfair to give authority to someone to make you feel a certain way

the bits of my culture
are the whole of me

your hands explore my body
like a paintbrush on the canvas

we stand here making melody
that might or might not last its hype

scared to be alone
I rather live in your betrayals

the problem with me is that I rather know how it's going to be
then go through it

healing is a non-stop growth
so painful
so fruitful

a gift to yourself
you give by suffering
you give by a choice

a gift like no other
a gift for eternity
a gift no one can ****** away

there is no end to it
only levels and levels
of a stronger version

the day you embrace it
it leaves you
like everyone

maybe that is indeed for the better

the thing about storms
is that they are missed when gone

Neutrality / n.

absence of decided views, expressions, or strong feelings

"I am in all sorts of neutrality."

the moon burns brighter glaring at me
shamelessly shying away on your name

the moon burns brighter
glaring at me
shying away on your name

while I shamelessly
hide in my misery
of your poisoned
pillow talks  

but

                                                               ­                           the moon sees it all
                                                             ­                           even under my skin
                                                                ­                     even over my pretend
                                                         ­                                     truly wondering
                                                                ­                               how I am doing