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Jazzelle Monae Sep 2016
Before I learned to play with fire
I stood amongst it's ashes
The smoke, it danced into the sky
And embers floated flawlessly
When the flames grew into fire
I was not afraid
When the flames grew into fire
I knew I'd be okay
2016 © Jazzelle Monae
Jazzelle Monae Sep 2016
A traffic light
In the middle of the night
Is the invite
To a midflight
Stop
And the starlight
Of a fallen meteorite
Begins to reunite
Some impolite
Feelings
Because bodies have an appetite
For pure delight
In things that excite
And ignite
A craving
And in hindsight
Wish to be gripped tight
To rewrite
A Goodnight
Without words
2016 © Jazzelle Monae
Jazzelle Monae Sep 2016
Alone with my thoughts
Drive me insane
I can't stop wondering
The rules of your game
It's crazy to think
That I had a clue
How to win a game
I rarely lose
So tell me how you've won
With only pawns on your board
How have I fallen
For the one I'd ignored
A little move there
Short and unseen
The rules of your game
Aren't routine  
With only a rook I don't stand a chance
Against this cause of circumstance
2016 ©️ Jazzelle Monae
Jazzelle Monae Sep 2016
I loved you in that Fudruckers
Across from you in a booth
I didn't know it yet
I loved you in your GLI
Driving 80 out of Dallas
Why are car conversations the best?
I loved you in your bedroom
My very first night
You didn't know it yet
I loved you when you left
It was my fault
I'll never stop being sorry
I loved you when I made the choice
To stop hearing a small heartbeat
I did start to question yours
I loved you when we didn't talk
For months and months
You hated me.
I loved you when I wanted the best for you
From afar I wanted you happy
I was okay on my own
I loved you when you kissed me again
First time in forever
It's hyperbole but how it felt
I love you still
Even when I still question yours
I still don't know it yet
2016 © Jazzelle Monae
Jazzelle Monae Aug 2016
You all paint this perfect picture
And forget the mess
Of all your brushes
With each new color
Adding to the murkiness
Of your cup of water
That washes off each stroke
Your reds
Your blues
Your highs
Your lows
Ripple together when you dip that brush back in
The canvas might be a masterpiece
But your hands are not.
2016 © Jazzelle Monae
Jazzelle Monae Aug 2016
I want you to do so much more
Than **** me
You can use me
Any way you please
Your hands can roam more than my ***
They can caress the curve of my back
And the nape of my neck
You can whisper much sexier things
Than "I want you"
Try  "you're all I want" instead
Press me hard against your bed
As if a milimeter between us
Would **** you
Plant kisses on every square inch
Tiny marks of territory
I'm yours
Look me in the eyes
Tell me three words
I want you do so much more
Than **** me
2016 © Jazzelle Monae
Jazzelle Monae Aug 2016
Don't make me say it first
I felt it bubble up
The second those green eyes
Found mine
But I said it first the last time
And I've waited seven months
To hear it
And you use a lot of words
Like, a Lot,
But not the L word I'm looking for
You feel it
It never left
As if there was a magnet
On your heart
And mine
You know the L word I'm looking for
2016 © Jazzelle Monae
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