Bombs brought entire cities down to their knees today refugees boarded boats knowing their feet may never touch land again police shot people dead for the color of their skin last month i visited an orphanage of abandoned babies left on the curbside like waste later at the hospital i watched a mother lose both her child and her mind somewhere a lover died how can i refuse to believe my life is anything short of a miracle if amidst all this chaos i was given this life
When I think about you My mind turns to white noise The butterflies in my stomach Multiply The thump of my heart is so strong I feel like my heart's a prisoner in a cage waiting to break out I'll hit my head to get it working again Breathe in to release the butterflies Command the beat of my heart to slow down The art of control To not spread my legs at the sound of your voice Waiting for you to paint the canvas To not turn brain dead When you press your lips into me To not jump around like I’m on crack When we make plans to meet To not have a heart attack Every time you tell me you miss me Like I miss you It’s an art To teach my body not to give out when you are around me To not leak of honey Crave you in sinful ways
To not turn to fuzz When I hear your voice To not explode when I feel your kiss
I gave you all of my trust, and what I got in return was a slap to the face. You convinced me that you were fine taking things at my pace. You convinced me to go back to your place. Where my soft skin with your soft fingers you would trace. You happily took me in your embrace. And now I can’t seem to erase... your face.
rupi kaur writes that loving with the knowledge that you are not good enough is selfish, and to that i say let me be selfish, just this once. i have suffocated my joy and buried my despair for too many men. please let me try to show this one how much he means to me.