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JaQuise Caldwell Aug 2018
When you ask how much I love you
My voice seems to sink, seems to
Too easily find the trench in my heart where
Insecurities and incapabilities reside
Due not to lack of willful telling but
Due to lack of willful selling
... selling you warmth of "us"
... selling you the state of "love"

My love

Exists only where words do not
In a sacred space of give and take not time but
Space... ah, yes. Space.
Enough to fill the spaces of doubt in your mind
Enough to love your heart to love mine back in
Space that we create
That our effort designs so...

When you ask how much I love you
And my voice seems to sink
Close your eyes, kiss my lips.. feel the answer
In the place my heart beats skips
JaQuise Caldwell Nov 2015
Why did I let you back in?
... to catapult your meek fictitious "feelings" of unrequited
love
towards the face still stained with pain,
clocked in disappointment and concealed with denial?
Deny the truth.
Accept the moment.
Let pass, through the gate of your once shielded heart,
the feeling of feelings I felt for your foolish, fickle, ***?
... to feel love
be
ripped
away...
again?
Have it tossed over my emotion's edge
lost
and only to be found in the emptiness....
the numbness
of the eternal recurrence.
You will always come back to me.
And even though I said that last time was
the last time that
I'd have to taint last time's  name but,
here...
we...
are.
Same space, different times, same motives.
And yet... I fall for you
again.
  Feb 2015 JaQuise Caldwell
Chaos
For a minute
I actually thought I was okay
And then
I heard that song
The one we danced to
In the moonlight
Under the stars
At midnight
  Feb 2015 JaQuise Caldwell
Rachel Ueda
You are a light
And while you
Might not be able
To see yourself
And how bright
You truly shine
Everybody else can
So when you look out
Into the darkness
That surrounds you
Notice the glow
That softens the
Darkness wherever
You go
Then remember
You're even brighter
Than you're halo
And even when you've
Turned off
You're still a light
That's meant to
Be bright
I wonder,
If the sunrise ever looks down on our inhabitants,
And holds it's breathe as the beauty of life overwhelms even that of the sky
JaQuise Caldwell Feb 2015
My friends convince me that you're worth it.
Convince me that you deserve my
time, my
love, my
patience, my

PATIENCE is wearing thin.  
My clocks no longer showcase the wasted
time that your
sorry
***
excuses
now fill.

... I am convinced that you clearly don't deserve me.
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