You only wanted a taste of my brown sugar skin, to kiss my lips that are made from all my sins, you never wanted to dance with me, only wanted to **** the sweetness straight from my veins, your tongue was quick, painted me a new horizon, made me feel like my brown skinned body was worth something to you, until you stopped, until I wasn't worth something to you, you've ****** the sweetness from me, my heart no longer beats like a drum, I lost myself inside of your watercolor eyes, I'm still trying to find my way out.

There is a whirlpool where my heart should be.

It swallows the sound of your voice, the touch of your hand, all the beauty in the ways you love me, without apology.

In the darkness, if your body was lying still next to my own, I would turn you into a sunset, finger paint the shallow hues of blue, the nostalgic purples and pinks all swirled together against the grain of your skin.
I would show you all the ways your love turns the melanin of my skin into shades of red, like I am a rose in the garden of everything you love, everything that loves you.

And I will untie the knots of your soul like they are shoe laces:
Pulling
And pulling
And pulling at the strings of everything you are until you've unraveled, all your broken pieces blended with my broken pieces, we could create a mosasic, we could be a work of art.
And isn't that ironic, how things that are so broken, can be so beautiful?

There is a whirlpool where my heart should be, it swallows all your love for me, and all its beauty, without apology.

you spoke softly, but your words still broke me.

You and I together:
Honey drips from the melanin of our skin, our kisses are sweeter than most, we speak without using words.
You and I together:  
Fumbling our hands across the braille on the others skin, it was written in a language on we could understand.
You and I together:  
There is silent love between us. A soft melody of promises underlying the way we whisper each other's names.

I will rewrite my name into the hollow spaces in your heart
build myself a home in all your blank space
allow you to love me in the softest of ways.
Even if it's just for now, I want you and I together.

Break my heart, make me believes it's out of love.

You were soft before,
Like morning rain or
Late Sunday afternoons
Or lovers finally making amends with messy hearts in unmade beds.
You were soft before.