Swear you’ll bleed in loving colors,
Swear you won’t complain or scream;
Swear you’ll always love me softly,
Swear you won’t die or hate or dream.

Swear your nightmares won’t be graphic,
Swear they won’t turn to dreams -
Swear you’ll always be most honest,
Swear you’ll be my angel seraphim.

Swear you’ll never break your promise,
Swear you won’t beat me black and blue;
Instead, swear you’ll watch every sunset
With me, and I with you.

Soft as honey, hard as ice
Never mine, your honest eyes.

For I was never yours, not in the moments
When you looked at me, all soft and warm;
And you were never mine, not in the eternity
When my heart beat double-time.

We were never loved, not when we stared
Into the depths of all we hid;
Nor in those sacred moments, reverent
When we understood all we just undid.

Not in the glow of standing together,
An enduring lantern light-
For it soon ended, as it should have
In the glare of the daylight.

By Arcassin B

Your melanin keeps me young and mines stimulate you.

Even though it's not the basis of our relationship,
Still need the sticky residue,
With you , explore the lows and the highs,
Want you to show me how you cry,
Wanna feel heaven just when we combine,

I want the honey , the birds , the bees , the grass,
The trees , chocolate cookies , I need them in my life,
I want ya' smile , ya' smell , ya'head , ya' toes,
You love it and it shows,
Maybe I want you as a wife.
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Some nights, I search for you under the covers
You are tucked away safely in my dreams,
Scaling mountains made of eucalyptus bark
Swimming in shallow plunge pools with breath taking views
And kissing in a queen sized bed

What makes one worthy of devotion?

You loved me as much as the moon loves the earth
Handwritten notes stained with kisses and tears
Stealing paper hearts and secret touches
Sacrifices and thoughtful gestures
The best strain of love

But my name can never accompany yours on a piece of paper
Is devotion given or is it earned?
Let me know how devotion feels

You walk five steps ahead and take a right
Never closer without a sign
As though we didn’t say I love you and I love you
Over the phone
Last night

Your eyes carelessly scan my body and find
Nothing worth more than a keek
As though you didn’t set your sights
On my submissive figure
Last week

You treat me like a child when we dine
I feel small and without power
As though I didn’t call you Daddy
When we were alone
Last hour

You take a picture of me and my date
Pretending
As though you had never felt the softness
Inside me
I am yours and you are mine

I can write you a letter
You can read it before you sleep
I can knit you a toy
Only one which you can keep
My gifts to you
The only trace of me in your world

A strand of my auburn hair touches
Your floor
Your face
Your bed
Your beard
My gifts to you
The only trace of me in your world

Dear Amelia,
How have you been? I know it’s out of the blue and even more likely you won’t read this letter. But I must get some things off my chest. I have tried so many things to alleviate the pain reigning over me but all to no avail. It’s okay, I’m just trying to let you know I miss you. I have no expectations of you coming back to me, but I’d just like to say that you’re still the one consuming my days and nights and every drink I pour has been in an attempt to not think of you, if only for a minute. Maybe someday I will stop thinking of you.

Perhaps someday we’ll learn how to live our lives without fear of falling apart the mere touch of another human being. Maybe someday we’ll let someone special into our hearts, see the ugly parts we hide from everyone else. Until then, I’ll keep you deep within my heart. The boldest I’d ever been in my life was when I tore myself open right in front of you. Magically, you didn’t run away. You took good care of me and years later, when you finally revealed the broken pieces lodged deep within your barren soul, I did my best to pull them out and sew the open wounds. My God, we did so well for each other.

I often wonder when things began to fall apart. Was it when our wounds were healed and our souls began seeking something else in this ****** up world? Even now I grieve for the things we achieved together and the things we’ll never experience together. The thought of never picking a wedding dress with you kills me every time. I’ll never get to put a ring on your finger. I’ll never watch you walk down the aisle, glowing under the May sun (because you always said you wanted to get married on May 15th). I’ll never get to spend the first night in our hard-earned home somewhere in the suburb or a new apartment in the city. I wonder sometimes if you remember me fondly… or if you even think about me from time to time. Men have always been the weaker ***, far more prone to sentimentality and regret. And, well. I am regretting hard right now. We did so much good for each other but, God, I wish I did so much more. Anyways, I hope you are doing well. I pray that God is kind to you night before bed.

Maybe one day we’ll be able to talk to each other again. As old friends.
Until then…

It’s not that I fell for you and slowly got to know you
I didn’t go deeper

I am in deep
I know all of you
And now I love you