My fire is dilatorily dissipating.
I was once a holocaustal conflagration.
A cremating, mad inferno.
Containing an unseeable array of vibrant shades of amber;
that could be seen from distant, distant regions.
I had once ignited with such a passion.
A drive that was beautifully unstoppable.
You were my blazing incendiary.
You started this combustible mess.
I am now but a flickering ember,
barely being able to spark.
My once scorching and numerous flames
have pulverized to ashes.
...Ironic isn't it?
The arsonist who dared to create me
whom fueled me with such a flammable tinder
was the same person
who tore me down
within seconds
with but a drop of water
and a blink of an eye.

1 AM

Cold
Tired
Alone

1 AM
And I'm writing this
Not sure what I'm feeling
Or am I feeling at all?

1:06 AM
Decision made
I feel empty
Lonely
Hurt

1:08 AM
Going through our messages
His touch
I miss his touch

1:10 AM
I end this
Unsure of whether
I am mad or in love
Or madly in love

s.j.d

The sound of your delicate voice still gently resonates in my ears, an infinite reverberation.

Sometimes I still feel your subtle, soothing, yet indescribably powerful and electrifying touch gliding upon my skin, reassuring me
that we will last a lifetime
and then some.

Now and then, a warm breeze swifts through the air.
A sweet aroma of calming familiarity, that only makes me think of you.

Often times I see little reminders of you;
bits and pieces of you that sneaked into my life that I had never noticed.

Every once in a while; a flavor that is closely acquainted with my under spoken tongue seems to find it's way back into my mouth, tasting like a sugary sweet, cooling and careless

piece of you.

and you walked out of my life without the slightest concern yet don't seem able to ******* leave my mind.

and i got so drunk the day you left me I threw up at your feet the empty promises made by a you i no longer recognized, my world literally fell apart at your feet. now that i come to think about it you may have been the one holding it together for now that you're no longer around nothing makes sense i'm more lost than ever and to say that, is quite something.

and although you've turned into everything i despise i still crave you and the connection i foolishly thought we had.

sometimes I stare
at my palm and
imagine how good
it would feel
for you to
hold my hand

When she met him
for the very first time
a crown of daisies
laid perfectly on her head
and a smile was splayed across her lips
the radiant sun taken from the sky
and placed all around her
illuminating her silhouette
against the setting horizon
He looked at her with those piercing eyes
immediately creating flowers in her lungs
and growing
She tried to breathe
but was unable,
for his flawless self
took her breath away
replacing them with wild flowers
of beauty
and awestruck
The Christmas roses in the pit of her stomach
held graceful butterflies on their stems
fluttering about
and spreading their beautiful,
wonderfully delicate wings,
flying up into her entire being.
He made her this way,
a beautiful mess
because who wouldn’t
if they met you?
A perfect work of nature
created from the prettiest of flowers
a Primrose to behold,
and a Camelia to hold.

my love, my paramour, my sweet peter pan,
I wish so much to see you again.
your company right now would be oh so sweet,
just like your smile which can
bring all others to defeat.
you have captured my body and soul,
I love,
love, love you with all of my whole.
from the stars and the moon down to my
tiny tippy toes,  
you are my water to my withering rose.
you have stolen my heart from my chest,
no wonder it feels like my heart stops to rest,
thumpthump-thumpthump-thumpthumpthumpthumpthump---
a stop, a pause, a 1,2,3 jump.
off the cliff was the sensation I felt,
when your eyes met mine as my
heart started to melt.
your lips on mine was what I last remember, a
whisper, a hug,
a fire almost burning by a rekindled ember.

You and I
under the sky
watching the stars
illuminate the water that surrounds us.
he holds me close
as I lay my head against his chest
my ears fill with sounds;
his heartbeat, the crash of the waves and seagulls’ laughter
the sand is soft beneath our bodies
creating a cushion for us
a blanket placed over us keeps us warm
as well as his body pressed against mine
he talks in a deep, soothing voice
rambling on about the random things in life
he talks about us and our future
he talks about his family and past
as well as why the world is what it is
I slowly slip into peaceful sleep
and as my eyes fall heavy and close shut,
he kisses my forehead and pulls me closer
and in an almost inaudible voice, he whispers
“Goodnight my love, sweet dreams”
as the stars shine bright around us,
guiding us in this complex journey we call love.

She lay there beside him
cradled in his arms
warmth radiating from him
seeping into her veins
flowing through her blood
creating a blissful peace
an ecstasy like induced state
because he was her drug
blurring the hard edges into soft lines
mixing her dreams with reality
a sleepwalking state of pure rapture
and so she thought
that getting high off of his love
was something she will never
regret.