#mutual
Catching through cars and corners,
his coincidence the darkest hour.
From coffee cups to storefront shows,
he follows—door to door.
It’s not only his obsession;
this passion is mutual:
photos spool like thread,
a network lit by the smile she ignited.
Right angles mapped by her too—
he calls it stalking; she steps closer,
her whisper burning at his ear:
“Never drop it.”
His smirk returns.
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 4:01 AM UTC
i don’t want us
to be anything.
but sometimes i wonder
if i crossed your mind
the way you drift through mine.
why else would you give me
your plushie crocodile —
just in case
i miss you
while you’re away?
we’ve been spending
so much time together.
you keep finding ways
back into my head.
we’re not going to be a thing.
you told me.
i told you.
we shouldn’t work.
but baby —
we do.
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 12:30 PM UTC
Alas a final touch! Its strange laying for hours waiting for solitude, for your exit. Of course the time has been reveled in and oh the apprize! But somehow I disesteem your warm arm over me. It can be so hard. Always hard to really love when you just want to be alone. Its so hard to be alone at night and the wind is blowing or the snow is gathering on the outside of your sill. It can be hard. Although I like you here, I find pleasure in your goings a while after your comings. It can be so hard to love.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 3:09 PM UTC
Self love is not love but anti-love
Parts are but to be mutually fitted
And imperfections only seeming
Ceasing to be in the perfected whole
But is not if any part seeks its own
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 4:12 AM UTC
I smiled
And you smiled back
At times
We laughed hard
As Usual
But hope this feeling is mutual
We chatted
Like we used to
Seem acted
You're in the movie too
Unusual
But hope this feeling is mutual
You speak
With your eyes in silence
While I breath
Yet my heart is quiet
Unfactual
But hope this feeling is mutual
You loved
In privy
I love to be loved
More lively
To be factual
Hoping this feeling is mutual
Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 4:57 AM UTC
Let me borrow your ear
I need to clear
This up for a minute
By far
Everybody is scarred
But no one wants to hear it
They wanna believe
A spirit can be wise
And pure
Unweathered
When in actuality
You and me
Barely keep it together
I’m a fretter
I’m anxious
Brimmed cup of anxiety
And it took a lot of patience
And mistake
To create me
And I come in different shapes
And colors
A variety
To the point I have to wonder
If I compose society?
Do you feel it
The heartbreak
Due to the overwhelming pressure
A feather
Dancing on an flame
Trying to pull it together
I better be better
Cause a better better is coming
Across my way
And I am less than adequate
A bruised peach
They will not taste
A waste
A want
As we all lay ever starvin’
I’m pulling punches
‘Cause of time crunches
I’m reminiscent of Marvin
In the way
That each day
I wonder exactly what is going on
And something something else
I’m too stressed to remember the song
Dear lover
Dear dreamer
Dear whoever you are
Love beyond the frayed bonds
And see all of us
Scarred
I hope you love with love to spare
And that you spare some for me
Stop looking to be perfect
Because you’ll be very
Very
Very
Lonely
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 10:50 AM UTC
God came in three -
they set aside time and space
for collaborative creativity
God came in three
and in that 'us', 'our' and 'we'
metaphored an identity of mutuality
God came in three
advocating once and for all
a celebration of plurality
God came in three
illustrating that all families
are a godly thingamy
God came in three
inviting you and you and me
to join them
together for eternity
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 5:01 AM UTC
When it’s real you can feel it, like hard raindrops spanking your skin.
You lay back in your comfortable resting spot, and cover yourself with their spirit alive.
You take a deep breath, because it feels so good;
inhaling mutual passion that’s well understood.
They shine bright like northern lights, intensity growing stronger than the highest fahrenheit.
They have your heart buried in their soul; you dig deep within and lose gentle control.
Pure essence exudes from their eyes, you feel their fear of uncertainty,
you sense the pain of their broken past and pray to God this is built to last.
Eyes that see a special connection, two hearts growing stronger in some special direction.
The embrace you shared can still be felt, the look, the stare, the deep embrace,
the heat that impedes your personal space.
No need for kisses (not just yet); but then again,
you both have needs that are destined to be met.
When it’s real you see inside their soul, wanting to hold them close and not let go.
Who are you kidding, the connection is there; when it’s real you can feel it everywhere!
Hands that touch, eyes that see, a heart pumping love blood abundantly.
A sense of completion because this is real,
we both feel the desire of this *** appeal.
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 10:07 AM UTC
Am I fool?
Its not like Im inlove?
So what is this **** feeling?
Feels soft and intimate,
as if Im knowingly opening up my soul
sharing my emotions showing how I feel
I feel bare.
i want to restart.
ready to retreat.
did I kiss too soon?
Am I still in this pattern? my feelings have changed
but I'm still feeling weary
I'm still learning of my self,
but something about this does not necessarily feel wrong.
are we jumping too quick?
jump the gun on this ship.
I heard you so clear.
Your words soft and sharp all at the same time.
Eyes full.
"I like you and it wasn't a dumb question"
I just... no response.
Kiss instead.
What I know my body can do instead of using my tools.
Afraid to speak to soon.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
"i'm sorry. i don't feel
the same way."
i just smile and
nod my head
"i know."
i was not made
for you, darling
nor you for me
we are nothing more
or less
than trains on a highway,
speeding in
different directions,
brushing each other
just for
a moment
you left your handprint
on my heart
and i will cherish it
as i make room for new lovers
i will never stop
wanting to hold you
but little by little,
it will start to
hurt less.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 1:35 PM UTC
My tepid fears take my soul,
Fearing my existence
Just as I feared them.
A mutual bond
Of predator and prey,
But now we’re both prey.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
I understand
Love to be the appreciation of
What you can give.
No, love is love for the sake of love.
But I see nothing innocent, just pure.
“I appreciate you for the way you make me feel”
A.k.A
“I appreciate you for what you give to me”
A.K.A
“I love you.”
Sure it’s a little sweet but
It’s the only time you don’t mind being
Positively manipulated,
Positively used.
And you balance the scales with:
“I love you too”.
I feed off of you,
As you feed off of me,
And we’ll call this relationship ‘healthy’
And here we are.
Bound by a verbal contract,
Constantly in contact.
And I am stuck in your orbit oblivious as
To where I am headed.
I don’t understand this.
I look for the exit,
Because you are hungry,
And I am poor.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC
and I think the part
that gives me the most pain
is the fact that i will always love you
and you will never feel the same
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
In our mutual agreement of togetherness, I was alone.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC
Baptized in the framework,
emboldened dregs,
stolen legs,
having the will enabled,
will stoke flares.
Hope there's enough left,
to capitalize and trademark,
Mark.
These machination metaphorics may get way dark.
Witness the churn,
turn barrel, pour fuel.
Envision thrift in the burn.
Unequivocal innocents in the thick of it learn,
gun metal, flower petal.
Power is sick of our tone.
They play their tricks on our young,
to build a system above.
We killed the sadness
fit to galvanize
a truthful spirit,
loose beneath the masses.
lifted powder keg,
rug and broom,
others soon to be suiting fashion
Buried in a priory cast.
Wire he tapped,
isn't the first,
was a fiery blast.
I heard the ground stir, out turned choirs of wrath.
Give baron bread, give miner shaft,
and all the pigs just laughed.
All the swine surrounded, founded "Freedom".
Heavy quotes aligned to,
"leave em lying".
We declined to deify, redefine our civil vision .
Twisted lips and sirens, rent,
systems turn, climate,
worth, time to learn to hear and listen,
kids, earth, diet.
'On the list I promise'.
Truth can't hurt if you stay quiet.
Truth in earnest moves the strongest.
Our seeds to earth are truth in kindness.
Grow.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
It takes two person to love,
It also takes two person to break...
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 4:27 PM UTC
It's a cliche, the way past lovers always come back around
as if it's written on my skin that I tend to forgive more freely than I should
as though they are checking in just to see if I'm still waiting
hours, days, months spent shoving their name down my throat
to convince myself the ending was mutual
and then one day, long after the waiting turned into progressing
they have the audacity
to ask if I'm still anticipating their realization that they 'loved me all along'
to ask if I still want them, because suddenly they feel alone
suddenly they need me
but I am taking every step in the opposite direction of you
I am worth more than a second-thought, than the regret you feel from walking away
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 9:54 PM UTC
hey mutual,
how are you doing today?
glad you got away
from the abuse he gave,
and the mean words he said.
mutual,
I remember you,
defending the bruises
and the scars he left,
they were all blue.
mutual,
you were in love
with the idea of being loved,
you weren't in love,
with the idea of getting hurt.
mutual,
we're no longer mutuals,
you're no longer mutuals
with him too,
and that's okay.
I'm glad that help is on its way.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
They meet often
Sometimes to talk
Often silent
To exist together
In their own
When silence is mutual
More comforting
Becomes an emblem
Of a great relationship.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC
Some people are flowers, meant to be loved from afar.
They shouldn't be plucked, just to die between your fingers.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 2:11 AM UTC
Today marks the day we met
Total strangers, thats our first fleet
Until partners, can that be planned and set?
Illusion as it might appear
Imagination, as what we’d like to appeal
But can that be changed if we start to reveal?
I may have my own world
And you might have your own too
Still, can it be merged to be good for two?
12 hours in travel gap
1 hour talk before we take our naps
But for how long can we keep in touch?
Yet, just in case it takes place
Or it wont ever be, even in the 1st pace
Just remember what Im about to state
You’ll always be my favorite person
Forever busy and tired, juggling work and life
Yet sweet and funny, even green at times!
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
I'd send you a text; a greeting.
You'd reply; a greeting.
We'd talk about a few things; small talk.
We'd casually flirt and enjoy; affection.
I'd revive the conversation; hopefulness.
I'd try my best to keep it flowing; eagerness.
We'd continue to an unmutual conversation; unhealthy.
You'd neglect contributing to the conversation; careless.
I'd restart the process daily; care.
But, you'd never even try to start a conversation let alone try the process I've perfected; speechless.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC