You are the closest thing to summer all year

and you are not here

There is a difference
between the normalcy of a love caught up in flames
and a love that sets your heart ablaze

I was third degree before I realized this mess
I was unrecognizable -
tender burn victim
silver melted into my chest

There is a difference between being held
and being haunted
running to your lover
and only being called on when you’re wanted

I was worn down to the bone
my ankles broken and bent
before I learned to stop showing
how little to him I meant

There is a difference
between adoration
and  clearing his name  with fearful vindication

I was blind for most of my days
running with the blindfold
pulled securely over my face

There is a difference between accepting love
and loving the acceptance you get

I was dwindling down to my foundation
all the things he never meant

There is a difference between healing
and bandaging the wounds
There is a difference between how he loved me
and how perfectly you do.

Lover's Paranoia

Paranoia we have...
My heart asking questions...
That my mind can't answer....
What if....
what is she...
what if...
What is he...
Doing things will be doing...
With trust we vowed...
To us forever
Tying our souls together...

Donors we became...
Exchanging our hearts blue...
Promises became our internal rings
Made with bad memories that will be never remembered...
Our past is not past anymore.

Love...the 4 letter word
It means alot to us...
That it isn't a word.....
But our world
We live in...
And believe in...
My hopes
Hope so...
As i release my feelings...
I feel.
For the...
Kay bond.
💙

So far we have traveled, well missed is your touch, on my flesh. The warmth of your fingertips, lite in touch, brings warmth and such. Igniting my core as the flames roar, my hungry, lust for more.

The touch of your hands, sweet memory,
The kiss of your lips, passion undefined,
Take me back in time when it was all love
Take me back in time when it was me and you against the world
Take me back in time when our bed was made of roses
Months and years have passed
Your thoughts are undying.

Dear Diary;
Today is for the chocolate lovers
and the hopeless romantics.
This year,
I am not one of them.

If you kissed
me to infinity,
I would still be
craving more because
enough does not exist
when it comes
to you.

Roses and dinner,
a bottle of wine and cheese
for my Valentine.

2:31 PM
14/2/20