Her skin was the color of the sand, And her freckles landed like lost driftwood on her cheeks. The waves shimmered brighter than her eyes, And the ***** were a hue darker than her hair. But to him, her blue eyes and red hair Were the best shades of blue and red, And her face was the most gorgeous beach.
It takes alot Loving you in these shoes. It isn't horrible. The way they fit. The way they look. Loving you in these shoes of mine. It doesn't take much effort. To slide my feet in. Tie them, before a single step is taken. Knowing all that goes unseen. The padding & cushioning. The flex of each step, The urgency of how I long. Revealing how much I've thought of you. The many steps and puddles these shoes have walked. They aren't waterproof. They aren't well protected from wear & tear. Loving you in these shoes of mine. They are far from dress shoes, Not even close to casual shoes. They aren't the type of brand shoe everyone is in line to buy. Stacy Adams, Adidas, Jordan. Loving you in these shoes, No one knows where to find them. How many times they've come loose. How many times the cushion has been replaced. Loving you in these shoes of mine. Knowing you've checked the tags of the name brand shoes. The appeal of readily available colors
What monstrous love that an empire of words building up, Can be torn down by a single transgression, as if to start again in solitude!
What monstrous love that conditions line our very affections. And that under circumstances they dwindle and give.
What monstrous love that pouring your heart out no longer is good enough, Because you’ve had to do it to keep yourselves together.
But I shift backwards in my squandering, And reside in what I’ve built. Our tapestry laid across the face and ***** a quilt. All this love I’ve been hoarding, gathering it for later. Laundering. But, is it monstrous if it is all for naught? To wilt? To these ends, experience for broken hearts, I am left pondering.
A poem I wrote at the very end of my relationship, 2 days before we broke up. We just got into a huge fight, and things were already starting to look grim. But we held on to familiarity, albeit for too long. (- -}- -}- -}A B A B A B)