I came across a chimera yesterday.
It had the legs of a beautiful egyptian *** goddess
She covered them with pants she had bought that morning
My favorite color,
Pistachio cream
She had no idea what my favorite color was,
luck should have it,
She's perfect.
Her personality had traits of every woman
I'd ever fallen in love with
Alphabetical From
Anxiety to
Brand new
Comfortable
Directionally challenged
Embarrassed when I caught her smiling
Flirtatious
Goregeous
Home schooled
Intelligent
Jealous
Kitchen working
Lavender loving
Mistake making
Neglected
Open hearted
Passionate
Queer
Religious
Self-analyzing
Takes off her wedding ring
Understanding
Venomous
Worried about everything
Xerox'd onto her
Yeilding Body.
Zodiac stamped
Like she was made especially for me.
she wasn't...
She belonged to somebody else.
~~~~~
She told me I represented the end of the world.
We saw shooting stars and the only thing we could wish was
"Please let this night last forever."
Because once we climbed down our milkcrate staircase
We had to deal with the consequences.
Our lips were so close that I could tell her breath was sweet,
like poison.
She gave me her body.
Pressed it against me like we
Were one whole creature.
I love making woman glow.
Love seeing woman cry.
Not for some sick sadistic pleasure
because ironically,
I hate lying.
When you're glowing or crying
At least you're real.
She was so...
Real...
Just like the rooftop we layed on.
The shooting stars,
The kiss.
Her begging me to hate her.
Touches and moans.
Warmth and the softness of her skin.
Now, I'm just a name
On a list of regrets
That she passes to him
In her worst nightmares.
Before her I thought I couldn't love again.
Broken to the idea of relationships.
Meaningless pleasure.
At least now
I'm broken for a different reason.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
I came across a chimera yesterday.
It had the legs of a beautiful egyptian *** goddess
She covered them with pants she had bought that morning
My favorite color,
Pistachio cream
She had no idea what my favorite color was,
luck should have it,
She's perfect.
Her personality had traits of every woman
I'd ever fallen in love with
Alphabetical From
Anxiety to
Brand new
Comfortable
Directionally challenged
Embarrassed when I caught her smiling
Flirtatious
Goregeous
Home schooled
Intelligent
Jealous
Kitchen working
Lavender loving
Mistake making
Neglected
Open hearted
Passionate
Queer
Religious
Self-analyzing
Takes off her wedding ring
Understanding
Venomous
Worried about everything
Xerox'd onto her
Yeilding Body.
Zodiac stamped
Like she was made especially for me.
she wasn't...
She belonged to somebody else.
~~~~~
She told me I represented the end of the world.
We saw shooting stars and the only thing we could wish was
"Please let this night last forever."
Because once we climbed down our milkcrate staircase
We had to deal with the consequences.
Our lips were so close that I could tell her breath was sweet,
like poison.
She gave me her body.
Pressed it against me like we
Were one whole creature.
I love making woman glow.
Love seeing woman cry.
Not for some sick sadistic pleasure
because ironically,
I hate lying.
When you're glowing or crying
At least you're real.
She was so...
Real...
Just like the rooftop we layed on.
The shooting stars,
The kiss.
Her begging me to hate her.
Touches and moans.
Warmth and the softness of her skin.
Now, I'm just a name
On a list of regrets
That she passes to him
In her worst nightmares.
Before her I thought I couldn't love again.
Broken to the idea of relationships.
Meaningless pleasure.
At least now
I'm broken for a different reason.
