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Jul 2019 · 146
Illusions
inmyfeelingss Jul 2019
How many times did I need to die until you loved me
How many nights did I need to hide until you saw me
How many rivers did I need to cry until you heard me
Or better yet - how many tears did I need to dry for you to hold me
Your bold see, you left me a broken winged flamingo
Breaking pieces of me that were useless or fruitless
You’re ruthless -ness enslaved my freedom
Engulfing everything I personified
And I died and I died
And yet you still find the will to fill your ego with heroes who represented the  overrepresented who stole the freedom in my lungs, taking my breath away without consent and yet I spent my days and rains - thinking
How many times did I need to die until you loved me
How many nights did I need to hide until you saw me
How many rivers did I need to cry until you heard me
Or better yet - how many tears did I need to dry for you to hold me

~ Illusions
Jul 2019 · 135
How Does My Love Taste
inmyfeelingss Jul 2019
How does my love taste?
On your lips so raw like an unapologetic breeze disturbing your hair strings
They shake in disappointment of the breeze’s imprudence
Our lips lock, synchronized with time
Intertwined
I like kissing you


How does my love taste?
My body jerks away when it encounters purity
Tell me your flaws so it makes sense
Sinners use to wander my hallways at night
Remorseless of taking a piece of me
My body jerks away from you for I’m scared to be made whole again
Will you make me whole again?


How does my love taste?
Yelling at you, on your last nerve
Preaching all your insecurities that cut skin unrelenting
A master of manipulation, my eyes force sympathy to stream out of you
Your heart has many vacant rooms but I swallowed keys
I promise this is the last time
I promise this is the last time
I promise this is the last time


How does my love taste?
Sweet like honey, you lick your lips
Heart racing, your pupils dilate surrendering to the sugar high
My love is a drug, too strong to come down from
You plead for more
I supply you small dosages for my heart cannot be articulated easily
Your patience I hold captive for I am undeserving


How did my love taste?
When it first touched your tongue, was it unexpected like a sweet berry
Or when you saw the ugliness of my soul and chose to love its brokenness
How did my love taste to you?

— The End —