don't hold me to the promises
i whispered in your ear
with my champagne tongue
rolling in that bed of roses

what happens at midnight
need not see the dawn.

and it took me some time
to realize that i was dating
a boy
not a man
that i wasn't looking
for a boyfriend
i was looking for a dad
hold on a second
its not what it seems
theres no oedipus complex
this isn't ******-y
this is a girl
who can never love a man
this is a girl
who never had a dad
this is a girl
that wants love-
the pure kind-
the lets go for icecream at 3am
lets go to the park
lets name all the animals at the zoo
this is the girl looking for protection
by sticking her head in the cage
her safety net
is a beard and colored eyes
and it took her time to realize
that every boy that smiles at you
doesn't mean well
and when they say they love you
don't think they will hesitate before they leave you
because they won't
don't
be fooled by their smiling eyes
girl you need to realize
your father loved you
and he meant well
still
he left and these boys no they don't love you the way he did
they won't save you from the demons in your head
baby girl
still
lie still and know
that "boy" isn't a safe word
and "man" doesn't mean love
and that the bridge between those who stay
and those who leave
is jammed with those
who said they'd be
here.
stop looking for a man.
stop looking for a dad.
you-
you
are enough.

It was a mid summer night,
when it happened.
With His goofy smile and my red kebaya.
   I'm so clumsy, said I
   I'll show you, I hate dancing but we should do this, said He.
It was the moment I knew that he was a good dancer while in his embrace.

It was a mid-summer day
when I learned about him.
He loves poetry, hates to talk in public, and studies political science.
    What are the odds, I found you in the middle of these people, said I
    We were a thousand miles away, but we're here now, said He
It was the moment that I found someone who look at the world exactly like I do.

It was a mid-summer day,
in a museum full of fragile.
He talked about his love of aircraft, like a kid describing a candy factory. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
   Come on, walk with me, and I'll show you the universe, said He
It was the moment when our lips locked.

It was the last morning of mid-summer,
He with his sleepy gaze with two plates of waffles in his hands,
and I'm ready to leave.
   I hope to see you again soon, said I
   You're the most wonderful person I've ever bumped into, said He
and at that moment, I knew He'll always be my favorite summer fling.

With every passing day, my life was getting complicated...
...so i decided to make it a little simpler
...i forgave some
..and asked for forgiveness from some
And i must say things have been much better ever since

She hated the world.
She hated the sunshine, she hated the moon.
She hated that flickering lamp in her dingy bedroom.
And most of all she hated the way that she hated herself.

At night she would try to run,
but her fears would take over.
She would climb out of her window
into the darkness.

She wandered the streets with her hands in her pockets
and her mind outside her head.
She stayed away from the beam of the streetlights,
afraid the world would see her.

She let her beat up black high tops lead the way
as she roamed the desolate streets.
The cool night air would ruffle her midnight black hair,
and the only thing heard was the shuffling of her feet on the pavement.

Her black high tops would turn on different streets every night,
but always end up at the same place-
the bridge overlooking the train tracks,
a place where it's noisy and peaceful all at once.

She would pull out a cheap plastic cigarette lighter
and burn her carefully written poems,
written on carefully folded paper.
She would watch as the glowing paper drifted down towards the tracks.

She would turn away,
once again following her high top sneakers.
She would look up at the sky, disgusted by the bright stars
but even more disgusted by herself- the midnight girl.

I have oceans of emotions
but my mind is numb
These shallow lines of confines
my words have become

I've been strong for so long
but it's made me weak
And these screams in my dreams
are the whispers I speak

©

May the day be as pretty as your smile...
May the sunset be as beautiful as your soul...
And may the night be as dark as your every desire...

~Michael~

I wonder,
shall I beg,
get down on tired knees,
offer myself,
in some endless hopeful pleas,
an offer all my earthly possessions too?

Because I will,
you know it's true
I am yours,
and all my things are ours,

How do I know you are the "one"?

Because my love-
you are the shining of the sun,
you know very well,
my spirits source of fun,
and I,

I know beyond the shadow,
of a single lonely doubt,
so from the highest spot-
of the highest high up mount,
an for you I will yell it,
in my voices loudest shout,

I am NOTHING without you ❤

Ma Cherie © 2017