I've been conversing with people that don't know me
Contemplating about people that have no desire to know me
And fixating on people that will never be mine

Yet I keep praying,
Disgracing and degrading
Humiliating and abusing
My own soul, for people that never take the time to give me any loving, any caring.
People that are never caught appreciating but keep using what they keep breaking.

My boy cinnamon,
He is Aromatic
An Asian beauty that tingles the senses inside and out
A wondrous being that fills my life with such flavour that I wonder how I had not noticed how bland it was before

Cinnamon I may not have tasted you nor felt you yet between my fingers
But you are still mine and always will be, my boy cinnamon

No matter how unconditional your love for someone is,
Conditions need to be applied once that love starts hurting you

Stop letting go
Of things you know
Make you glow

My words formed an ocean, your response formed a sea and together we were deeper than deep can be.

I choose,
I choose to write on my wrists the words I cannot say
Spiraling around my arms the secrets I cannot tell
Finding their way to my neck the sentences  I don't understand
Kissing my ears, my lips, my whole body
A scroll full of ink, red, black and blue
A rainbow of selective colours, meaning not a rainbow at all.
In the morning these words disappear
Evaporate into the tingling morning air to join my dreams in the boxes I have kept them in order to gather dust and remain unopened, untouched and unlived.

To be wed is a beautiful thing
Heart bursting with the butterflies that have grown since you met your true love
Eyes filled with so much joy and magic that it feels as though you may just be living in a film, a fairytale
Everything is spinning so fast, yet at the same time it feels as though everything is turning ever so slowly so you can enjoy each second of every moment.

And in those moments you realise you are truly to be wed.
To be tied to someone till eternity and beyond
To be bound heart by heart and soul by soul to another individual that has become your life.
You realise all else will fall hoplessely away like nonentities and all that will then be left will be this person you are to carry with you forever
To be wed is a beautiful thing and it is an experience all who go into are nervous about yet endlessly happy of the notion