Your body type wasn't my type
But your charisma was all the hype.
Doe Eyes made my soul cry.
But we failed : my deceit | your lies

Your femininity was never real
After your makeup a stranger was revealed.
Your confidence was fickle,
But your humor kept me tickled.

You had potential to be the one
For a split second I thought I had won
Found my soul mate or twin flame
But you were the master of mind games.

It’s strange.
I’m a water sign
fascinated by fire.

Does this mean
that I’m seeking my own destruction
or simply curious of what warmth feels like?


- a.r. Camm

I am from the sea. Always slick and taunting.
The pull that radiates from me, will be irresistible.
You will not know what to do in my grasp. As I chop you up,
And throw you side to side. You will be consumed by the utter chaos that plagues me.
I will keep you warm, luring you further.
I am loving, kind and warm. All a man wants and craves.
You will build a home out of me. I will feed you plenty. Warm you every night.
But I warn you, you mustn't get comfortable.
And you mustn't forget who I am. I am from the sea.
I will pull you under, and before you know, I will have you drowned.  
You shan't forget that water erodes and tires.
Slick
and
Taunting
I am all a man wants and craves.
I will become a home for you.
I will pull you under, and drown you in my sea.

I remember the times when I met you.

—First time was at a frat party
—Second time was on a date
—Third time was at your momma’s house.
—Fourth time was heading back to your place.

Curly hair, mix heritage, thick in those jeans, cocoa butter skin tone.
Foreign language makes me weak in the knees
Especially when you role your “R’s” with your tongue.

How do you keep,
keep me dreaming
about you?

This feeling
I have is deep,
deeper than you know. It has me chasing after you.

Tell me what did you do to me, babe?
You put some type of potion all over me.
Hit me with something new babe.
Spiritual waves, have me feeling some type of way.
I want you for myself now, I can no longer wait.
Whatever spell you have me under, has me stargazing.

Maybe that’s why
I stayed alone for so long—
to numb the idea of another human being thinking outside of themselves just long enough to rub off on to me.

I am whole all on my own
before after and between you.

Maybe that’s why I stayed alone..
so long.
Holding myself at night was bigger than teaching one to hold onto things they supposedly love—
tighter
It isn’t love who blocks the vision
it’s the whispers of where you may lack. Lack of trusting
you’ll balance yourself in these bonds..

You are already whole on your own
before after and between.

We were alone in the Crown of Jewels
We weren't comfortable in our schools
Didn't fit into their rigid system of rules
The love wasn't there or anywhere for us homosexuals
The love was rising but so were the death tolls
Just a scant fish in a vast pool, just one of a million molecules
I was emotional whilst emotionless
Simply trying to navigate the lack of bliss
Hard to be optimistic when you are facing the abyss
Abysmal
I drown but didn't die it was baptismal
Trying to hide the strain, the days were dismal
But I let go and let light inside
Exculpated my mind smoking blunts by the seaside
High tide, low vibe
But I let go and decided to clarify
Realizing all my actions were artlessly justified
Yuletide, brown eyes
Remember that day, the horizon the way the sun laid
Recalling your face, when I said something with shade
Dwell upon my eyes, disarmed, entranced and vivid jade
The smile on your face that day continues to plague my brain
But nonetheless, I'm used to the pain and the unhappy endings
It's a habit of mine to invest in the art of storytelling.