to be loved by you
is to be noticed, cared for
to feel warm and secure
laughing endlessly
little sly smirks and soft caresses
the way you look at me
I will never forget what it was like
to have been loved by you

I sit beautifully on his arm

A mix of silence and murmurs fill the room the second my heel makes contact with the marble floor

His mouth moves and I hear, “I love going places with you”

Initially my heart flutters and a shy smile spreads

Upon second thought, however, that smile fills with dread

Flashes of memories hit me like a train

I was never cared about, understood, or loved unconditionally

All he cared about was my size 2 body, big lips, long hair

I sit on his arm, posted up at my station

My dead smile widens as I become his perfect decoration

I can’t afford to leave, there’s too much at stake

If I make him mad, he won't talk to me for days

So I spend the night laughing, shaking hands, and receiving compliments, all of which are fake

I knew I wasn’t alone ,

the second I saw a husband refuse to allow his wife eat the cake

Pleasantries are shared and the night comes to an end

Staring at the ceiling, his snoring steady next to me, I realize,

I’m tired of being just a decoration

The gold, velvet curtains
allow the sun to slip through,
contrasting the flat, make-shift fabric
that used to shield these rays.

Light dances on the fresh paint,
that clings to the sad, bare sheetrock
you shamelessly had on display.

With brushstrokes askew,
and a lively orange hue,
we tried to mask the dents–
remnant of her past rage.

We covered those scars
with our framed memories
and sentimental assets,
now side by side and entwined,
weaving our worlds into one.

This newfound atmosphere
clears the congestion in my chest,
and rejuvenates our spirits,
injecting a freshness
we thirstily absorb.

We're granted a reset,
for we’ve painted vibrance
onto a clean slate.

Love is difficult to explain

Irrational, illogical, crazy

We say we love

But when do we understand what love is

In future days

When we wed, when we grow old and wrinkly

I'll know when I speak of love

I'll speak the truth

No matter to whom

They'll understand the love I have for you

It is irrational, illogical and crazy

Seeing you only moments ago, you're missed

A day without speaking to you is an eternity

To give you my life is easy

No matter your faults

No matter your mistakes

I will love you

I will cherish every second with you

I will sacrifice for you

A life without you

Is no life at all and I cannot bare to live it

You are my happy ever after

My fairy tail

When we're old and wrinkly

I will be proud and honest

When telling anyone you are the women I love

I only hope they will understand

My love for you

Is true, honest and unbreakable.

Betrayal lurking,
In hope of novelty,
Like news carried by the wind,
Blaming indifference,
Breaking the convention
Imposed by society,
Following rules
Indifferent to the heart.

We seek the reason
That "corrupts" emotion.
To be human is to seek reason,
Hiding from sensation.

To succeed and fail,
To run and fall,
To rise and lower,
To cross,
To decide,
To fix and depart.

Here lies the break
In reconciliation,
In the absence of trust.
Love forgives,
But for how long?
Here’s the issue:
The discontent,
The restlessness,
The blessed novelty.

Would we have arrived here,
Without this search?
I don't think so.
What is normal?
What is predefined?
And by whom?

Betrayal is normalized,
A disruption of trust
From an abnormal union,
But natural to the essence,
Like rivers that flow into the sea,
Waves that break through cliffs,
Eagles that migrate and spread,
Devastating tsunamis,
Storms that ravage.

Ah, commitment, pact,
Agreement, alliances,
Necessary for balance,
But inattentive to temptations
And the shocks of passions,
Stronger and older
Than human wisdom.