"Wrong number" said the familiar voice

so much reminds me of you!



i wish the memories would leave as quick as u did!!

she warned me she was a handful
thank God I have two hands
I couldn't unhook her bra with one
she apologized
the first time I saw her naked
she said sorry for every stretch mark
said she hated her thighs,
*******,
hips
I kissed them all until it hurt my lips
and every place between
tried to make her love her body like I did
she apologized
as I watched her dress again
she wore vulnerability like an orange jumpsuit,
a bit too square for her structure,
I apologized
for knowing she is not as untouchable as she likes to think
her body,
as tattered and fallible as the heart clinging to it
is touchable

everything i've loved, i've lost.

Bitterly clinging to my skin,
the windows of your car have frozen over.
4:00 AM
and you're curling up to me,
making jokes in my ear.
I've forgotten who we are
to compensate for who we were.

Our little love has turned into a pool of hatred
what we bred, what we nurtured, what we fed, the memories captured
All sunk in the whirlpool of dark depths

My weakness was the truth you demanded
Yours, a queer bitterness
And now there is only pain left to feel, left to savor, left to devour

I wonder if your love was true, if you ever deserved my true love
If i was too blind to see beyond the veil that paints you real

You let this pain eat you up and remove the pillars that made us stand tall. Now we are no more, we are dissolved, gone, soon to vanish, like we never existed, as we constantly cleanse the memories with grief so cold.

I know what you'd all like to say
      To make me feel better
"Beauty is on the inside"
            Or
       "You are beautiful"
But my soul is so tattered
       And my heart
Has been repeatedly
             shattered
All the scattered
      bits and pieces
   You might find in there
          Between the scars and creases
     Would make you all run and hide
               If beauty shines from the inside,       Then I'm the **ugliest beast alive

If we balanced our beliefs
Based on our griefs
Maybe we would cease
Fire.
Maybe the pleas,
And the consequences of dire,
Would be enough to aspire
To a better place,
To a new face
In that of justice.

Everything I am, everything I shall be,
Everything I was, everything you see,
I give to thee
Irrevocably.