He asked me then
as we stared at the strawberries
lit in the fluorescent grocery store lighting
adjacent in their plastic coffins
red and ripe
clearly evesdropping

“do you love me?”

I hadn’t ever thought about it before
but I guess I did.

“but are you in love with me?”

their green stems were a reminder of home
their severed ends a scar of the violence they endured
yellow seeds clinged to their polished red bodies
the small taste of bitter to remind you,
nothing can be that sweet all the time

I cocked my head to one side
They had me captivated
I wanted their taste
Their raw delicious flesh

$5.99?

****. Too much.



“No.


                                              I’m not in love with you.”




Oh, thank God.

The blueberries are on sale.

Love a four letter word
thousand feelings
millions of expressions
only for one human being

love has eternal meanings
some are deep
mostly shallow

but my love
is only for this human being
I will love thy epic proportionally
and endless proportionally

Missing words
softly surge
through her silence
again
like long
soothing fingers
of whispering
rain
that soak
their way in
through her bare
thirsty skin
until
not a dry moment
remains
.

Alone I am in the darkest days
The roads the streets all block my way
The beast inside fighting to thrive
To find my way in the ocean and dive
To save my soul though it chose to die
I am the lonely, I am the weak
I took the burden, fell off the peak
They keep coming one after the other
Shattering my soul, but it doesn't bother
I already lost what mattered the most
& nothing I do would get back what's lost
I choose to turn it all off
To fly away just like a dove
Nothing to lose , nothing to gain
I choose to let go of the pain...

tell me baby
your second favorite poem
made by me

yes, not the first
but the second
for the first is

yours to keep
yours to feel
yours to believe

only


e.c

I'm going to escape it all for a day
No socialization, no worries
No hint of fear, no hidden glory
Nothing but myself, to whom I'll tell a story

No one to talk to, No thoughts to consume me
No one to tend to and no clowns to amuse me
Just lay there awake with melodies soothing my mind.
Looking deeper at life, now that I have the time

When I'm done drowning and segregate from my box
I'll wait at the door, and wonder if you'll knock
I hope you forgive me without even a reason
Because even a lonely summer could be such a cold season