There is a difference between liking it and
getting use to it

Her still state
Is gorgeously ornate
Makes me want to be her personal oblate
I hope my passion is never too soon or late
I want our wants and desires to equate
Your mental health being healthy
Your spirit being wealthy
And your body to be at a constant state of relaxation
Mine is always in a state of taxation
But you can be the difference
I can be your deference
And your protector
You make it so easy when you're an injector of emotions
What an intense devotion
I don't need those potions
Or those spells
She didn't do anything to lure me
I was already there
My heart is spare
Of emptiness
When she's present
You'd be my Christmas
Don't worry about buying me gifts
You already repair my rifts
That's enough by itself
You'll always be enough
By yourself

I was 11
You were 14
I was 11 and you were 14 and you took advantage of me
I loved you more than I loved myself and you took advantage of a school girl's crush
How dare you
You stole my first kiss and you stole my innocence
Now, I hunt men that are like you
Cold and unforgiving
Heartless and cowardly
You wouldn't even look at me

I remember sitting in your bedroom
You would play video games while I watched, content
You would ignore me so that the attention I did get would feel special
You manipulated me
I hate you

But I am glad for this experience
You taught me to be careful with my heart
I am cautious and love halfheartedly
Never again will I fall victim
But I'd be lying if I said there isn't a week where I don't think about you
There is not a man in the world that I don't compare to you
If we had met now, would I still pick you?

Now that I value myself, I don't think I would.

the beauty that is more than skin deep
is the beauty of her ocean eyes
that swell and sway
and open to raw divine innateness .
Beauty is in her gentle steady hand and in her open smile.
in the depths of her buoyed soul
so full it leaks from the cracks in her rib cage
onto the pages of her skin
leaving every bit of her heart on her sleeve on purpose.
feminine and imperfect
pink and smudged  
open and raw
beauty is more than skin
take a look within yourself
look at your mother
your cousin
she is loveliness
exterior beauty is bliss,
but a kind soul is wonderful

'I love you, you know that?'
I say as I
brush his hair
behind his ear,
tear my gaze
from his own,
take two steps back,
don't look back,
         and finally let him go