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Marissa Lynn Aug 6
His glance, like a match ignited a fire within her soul
A raging inferno fueled by her desires
Consumed by the flames she let them turn her heart to ash, serving as a symbolic death to all that came before him.
His presence, like necromancy made her rise from the dead
She was free, like a phoenix soaring high from the ashes of her past.
His devotion, like a blood oath in a coven gave her security.
He was bound to her by Saturns rings, timelessly committed.
Their love, like a vampiric tale was eternal, for they would find each other in every lifetime…
Vazago d Vile Jun 28
I see you.
Not the sting,
Not the fire you throw when the world grows cold.
Not the silence you use as armor,
Or the storm you summon when words fail you.

I see her —
the one behind the eyes.
The one who is tired,
But still wild.
The one who is wounded,
But still rises with teeth,
Not to destroy,
But to survive.

You attack.
I do not run away.
Because I feel that fire —
It is not anger.
It is fear disguised as rage.
It is love,
That cries out through scars.

And me?
I did not fall in love with your fire.
I fell in love with the woman behind it.
The one who never asks to be saved,
Just to be seen.

And I see you.
Every day.
Even when you forget who you are —
I do not.

That's the woman I love.
Lyteweaver Jun 21
You didn't ask me to.
But I threw my heart at you.
I stroked your ego and put you on a pedestal.
I bore my soul to you sharing the blood ink from my pen.
I was patient with your triggers and wounded words.
I saw in you magnificence that you didn't see in yourself.
I threw my heart at you
even though you didn't ask me to.
And like a ninja
you deflected it
boomeranging it back to me
slapping me in my face.
I pick up my blocked heart from the ground.
It's a little scratched and dented
but I open up my chest and stick it back in place.
Won't be long before I look for the next unsuspecting victim
to get blindsided
by my heart
spinning toward them like a Six Pointed Chinese Throwing Star.
Lyteweaver Jun 18
I want a love who loves like I do.
A love that's honest.
A love that's intense.
A love that's creative.
A love that's generous.
A love that's playful.
A love that's protective.
A love that's forgiving.
A love that's expansive.
A love that's courageous.
Until I find it,
I will
hold a small space within my heart
leaving room for it to enter.
preventing my heart from knowing completeness.
Forever heartbroken
Looking for a love that loves
like I do.
My love is not patient however much to my dismay
Marissa Lynn May 12
I will never forget our first night together.
The way he swiftly grabbed me by my waist the moment I shut the door behind me.
He pulled me in, hypnotized by his ocean blue eyes, I simply could not resist him.
He kissed me, and with the roaring intensity of a tidal wave, I was left there striped naked and exposed; swimming in the depths of his desire & unspoken love for me.
Our souls, bound to one another.
And it was a peaceful feeling.
A feeling of familiarity.
It felt as if my soul sighed in relief, because in that moment I knew that I have returned to a lover I have spent centuries seeking after.

I felt safe in his presence. Secure.
I could be vulnerable & shamelessly feminine.
Something I always yearned for but could never fully entrust onto another.
Out of fear & disappointment that they could not adequately nurture & protect me.
But what we shared was something that was once only found within the realm of my dreams, and the dark recesses of my subconscious.
A love that I knew in my bones existed all along and was desperate to experience again.
So desperate that I foolishly tried to seek our bond through partners that could only see me from the surface.
They were afraid to dive deep enough to reach me.
I was left drowning & gasping for breath, suffocating from the lack of depth and intimacy that they failed to provide to even themselves.
I was met only by men with lustful eyes and an unquenchable thirst that led to me enduring devastating betrayals & soul-crushing heartbreaks…

But on that first night with him, I understood why their love was only skin deep.
They were all lessons I had to learn.
Lessons to teach me to love & value myself so that I could transform, like a phoenix rising from the ashes of past lovers sins.
I shed my old skin, ready to embrace the world with a newfound love for myself.
My self-worth magnetizing him to me like a moth to a flame.
A sailor following a sirens call through the oceans mist.  
Circumstances kept us apart, but divine timing brought us together once I was ready.
Ready to let go, surrender and dance in the flames of our eternal love.
Kiki Apr 11
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Pretty eyes,
Like big blue skies
You got me all,
Hypnotised.
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