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I yearn the mundane,
for a stable home,
for a place where I feel safe,
for common problems and not feeling alone.
No one’s ever made me feel quite this way
You melted my heart from miles away,
The melodies my heartstrings now play
Just makes me sway night and day.

Your laugh, your energy, your smile
I wish it could be bottled in a vial.
Missing you and the next time we dial,
I’ve never felt this way, wild!

Though we’re kilometres apart my sweet girl
How I wish we could twist and twirl,
Not a single care in the whole wide world.
I miss my dear girlfriend so much, the pandemic ***** *****. Babe, this is for you!
You didn’t give me a reason to write, you sat your words in my lap and I had no choice but to rearrange them.
FC Azaele May 4
Give me light
that the poppy receives

Give me Rain
to quench my thirst

As I hunger and thirst
for you
I sit here and ask when you’ll return

My skin cracks and my heart aches
As my bones protrude,
I’ve begun to wither into a corpse
of ruin and sallow skin

I want you;
Your rays, Your light.
Burn me until my skin detests —
for all you give

Give me all
I hope to receive
Written on the 3rd of February 2021
Found in an old journal.
the way my lips felt after a kiss from you,
a spark that I can never find with anyone else
the way your hand felt with mine,
my stress like ice under the skin of my hands while yours were a warm summer sun to melt it away
the way you spoke to me,
your words gentle like a breeze I know from places too far gone to remember...
your touch was gentle, and
if I didn't know any better,
I would say maybe I could feel it again,
but life is cruel, and liking me was your mistake.

But I will always wait anyway,
even if they day we get back together
happens to be never.
Am I heartbroken? Yes. Am I writing about it? Yes.
In a stairwell, steps below the sidewalk, he huddled over a small flame that licked from a coffee can. He positioned himself to block the light to the street, and every so often he held a hand above the flame and quickly opened and closed his fingers. He stamped his feet in the snow, each time sending out a muffled whoosh when a shoe hit powder. He wiggled his fingers over the heat, and his mittens crackled when brought too close to the fire.
Across the street, a limestone building, a hotel, small, elegant, rose several stories high. Inside, on the ground floor, behind the belted velvet drapes, a cocktail lounge gleamed. A glistening mahogany bar ran the length of the room where guests disappeared into overstuffed chairs that were neatly placed in pairs and set against the arched, crystalline windows.

Inside the coolly lighted room, he watched a young woman with silky hair and sleepy eyes as she ran a finger around the rim of her drink. The woman glanced once at the silent snow falling in the dark. In the stairwell, he listened to the whisper of the fire and the beat of ice crystals as they fell against the steps.
The moment of sad parting has passed,
And now we're walking away to our own havens,
Yet, is it too naïve to look back?
To steal a glance of you to imprint in my memory?
Please, don't make this parting any sadder,
Please, look back at me before we **part to meet again
Onyx Apr 17
Days folding neatly into weeks that eventually coalesce to months...

Did you miss me?
Did you think of me, seeing the gaping space between us, stretching ever tediously by miles of land and sea between us?
Did you miss the lack of it, where only the mere fabric of our clothes kept our warmth apart from one another?
Does it bother you, not being able to reach out and touch my warmth, being left with grasping yearningly onto thin air when overcome by nostalgia?
Do you take reverie trips when having my garments in your hands, smell my familiar scent to let loose the waves of emotions drown you?
Do you feel the emptiness around you haunt you menacingly and the cold of isolation, despite the warm sunrays bathing your room and kissing your skin?
Do you feel exasperated when hearing me but unable to touch me, feel me and just have me entirely?

I know you do, as do I.

The unpredictability of today and even more so of tomorrow makes the anxious more desperate for reunion, the many torn between inability to come together rave for some sliver of silver lining to get caught even accidentally by their convoluted fate.

Don’t worry, darling. The wait will be over. Soon. Until then, remember me and remember me often as I remember you so fiercely so I can come to you in your dreams, if not in reality, yet.
for those left isolated in the times of pandemic
swe Apr 5
a double rainbow,
embroidered the sky
reaching its way to the shore
entangling with the foam
on the border of a land and water

i wonder why the first thought
that etches to my mind
is a hue of a ghost, standing by,
shoulder to shoulder
like the double rainbow
we share our archs

our souls bend together,
yet we're so far apart

i wonder what kind of face
you'd make, would you smile
would your eyes gleam,
would they reflect the colors
of the sky?
or swallow it all, the way your being swallowed me?

i wonder do the rainbows, alike
yearn for each other
do they wish to entwine,
do they wish to reach a shared equilbrium?

the rainbows eventually disappear
the rain droplets cease, yet the
shadow of your silhouette remains
in the corners of my mind
ohh i hope someone likes this...
Muse Crush

You are a flame inside me

You are far away
Yet so close
Teetering on the edge of my imagination

The yearning is the knowing
The mere knowledge of you
That you are existing somewhere
Somewhere my reality can’t touch

My words spill out of me
Like candy from a piñata
Pages and pages
Poems scattered about like hungry lovers

You make me feel good
So eager to express
To spill my inner self onto empty pages

You are my muse
My cruel inspiration
The tears that stain my pillow

I am dancing on a cloud
Unnoticed by you
As you live your life
Unaware of mine

My words are endless
My thoughts knowing no bounds
As I imagine your eyes
Penetrating through me

You are my fantasy
My never forever
My drug of choice

You are the fuel that keeps me writing

You are my special light
Turning on inside me
When all my creativity is turned off

I want to ravish you
Bite the buttons off your shirt
Loosen your soul
Drown in your eyes without a life jacket

You are my muse crush
The smile on my face
The pain in my heart
The hello that never comes
The inevitable goodbye
© Jennifer Lynn DeLong 2018
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