Your love
So beautiful
I feel so warm in between your thighs
Your deep breaths taking over my life
This is what I have longed for
Long phone calls, 4AM texts and writing poetry as your honor
You're like hip hop
My heart never stops racing in your presence, that's how powerful your love is
I love you

I'm not beautiful
Or well-bred
I watched my brothers die
I thought I was dead

Saved by a stranger
Who showed that they cared
Wrapped in a blanket
Hungry and scared

Now I just wait
Unsure of my fate
Please come and get me
Its never too late

Just pack up all your feelings, emotions and memories in boxes and hand them out to strangers because it's better than giving them to him

I want to dig my nails in to my skin,
and drag,
peeling and bleeding the tears I must not shed.
I will leave little crescent moons
that will glow
as pale
as a child's milk.

I want to pound my thighs,
and bruise,
breaking and destroying all frustrations.
Great booms will shake this earth
and stories will be told
about these booms
for generations.

I want to rip the hair from my scalp,
and shred,
tearing and pulling all smoke clouds away from my mind.
The ***** smoke puffs will dissipate
and I will be able to
finally
think clearly.

my breath fogs up the glass,
wet vapor forming puffs
on the surface.
I raise my hand
and pound,
the sound is deafening
but the boom is only in my ears.
for they are separated
they hear only
the warm flickering candles
that smell like apple cinnamon.
the glass is chilled
against my closed fist
it freezes my fingers
and glues them together
but I know
that it is warm
loke their heavy breaths
on the other side.
I scream
but at the same time
they joyously laugh
and their happiness
drowns out my pain

Love is a poison with deadly toxins, that intoxicates your body-n=soul.
Make your heart skip-a-beat; as your body roots; it willingly flow.
Your feelings go; slow. And your fingertips turn; cold.
Food doesn't taste; mold; music, sounds, all get old.
Minutes turn to hours; or days; you never know.
So powerful; overwhelming as it sets-in.
Death is a given; that reality lives-in.
Nothing; is forever. We are loved.
Then love lost; and there u go.

Dried tears
stick permanently to pale faces
too old for her years
her eyes stay wide so she notices
everything.

But she's sleepy
she wants to slither underneath
away from all this weeping
her arms ache from holding up
everything.

She begs for release
jams words in to her ears
but the poisoned snaps don't cease
she is tired of dealing with
everything.