I feel empty
Like I have no purpose.

I feel like an ancient god or maybe even an elemental who sees that the earth is functioning well without him
Who notices that the skies are no longer starving the earth of their sweet moisture.

I feel like a boy trapped inside a brick house
He looks out of his sheltered home
and longs for the feeling of the cool breeze on his face.

I feel like a rotting tree
Nothing good on the inside while the outside looks almost normal, maybe even stoic and well kept from a distance.

Please
someone
anyone
give me purpose.

You can kiss the mouths of a million women.
But you will never taste the sweetness
Of my lips.

I know that love is a tricky concept for you
I know that you try to love with your body
You bury yourself in a woman to forget me but you can’t.

You laid a kiss on my lips once
I felt your sweetness in the electricity of the air.
We were alone in that moment it was just you and me feeling each other’s imperfections.

You kissed her in front of me.
Now I wonder if you felt the electricity.
You can’t hide what we did.
You can’t hide what we felt.

I still think about you even when I say I don’t care.
I care about you... more than you will ever know.

I feel like
Im drowning
I’ve done things
Terrible things

I’ve exposed myself in numerous ways

I’ve given everything to someone who wouldnt give a **** thing to me

I trusted anyone who said they loved me
I gave them vulnerable parts of myself
Things I should have kept hidden

I kissed the palms of those greedy
Hands that took my innocence away

I trusted everyone with my beauty
I gave it away too soon
I let the lust and desire of love
Take control of my mind

I made mistakes

So now im trying to change

Soil
nothing without
flowers

Flowers are
Things that grow
But die when they are starved of moisture

Moisture is
The representation of sadness
Upon my weary colored cheeks

Cheeks are
Gods gift to us they
Come in all shapes and sizes

Sizes are
Fixed labels made by men who
Only see a number not a human being

Being is
The art of simply existing in a
World that is so cruel to us

Us is
A thing that we say to describe being
Together in soul and in spirit

Spirit is
The thing that drives us home when
We are not sober

Sober
A thing that I am not at the moment...

sweet hope pours from her *******
she leaks the flowers of may
crimson
her caviar produces life
she has forests on her legs and in the dips of her body
two beautiful orbs of earth lighten the world around her
mountains of silk cover her body
oils of cocoa scent her skin
fingers graze the cavern of beginning
she is life
she is a giver
she is beauty

Give me your regrets
Give me the lies
Tell me the whole story
Break me with your fists
Drench me in your sorrow
Twist my arm with your anger

But just know that I will never leave you.

I stay even when you say you don’t need me
I touch your lips
Because I know the words that drip off of them
Are not meant for me.

When you strike the wall out of anger
I bandage your hands
They bleed hate and pain
But I kiss your ****** knuckles
And cradle your head in my arms

You are a mess
But I am as well
We are a mess

But I promise I won’t leave you.

Each kiss laid upon my cheek is filled with guilt
When I saw you with that other man my heart had shattered
and you tried to fix it with glue and duct tape
but it still remained unfixed.

Imagine that my heart was a clay vase
And your mistakes were a hammer
Each time you looked toward another man-
you broke away a piece of me
Each time you touched or laid a kiss upon them-
you broke more

I was crushed into a fine powder
now imagine you trying to put that powder together with glue
and duct tape.
in other words imagine trying to heal my wounds with sorry's
And promises to do and be better.

it doesn't work
you broke me
and there are just some things that you can't fix.