Walked in this room 
it was just us two,
but somehow,

still just me,

my love.
Questions like

Am I worth it?

Is this pressured love?

Just cause mine is raw?

Did I run you off?

Maybe I scared you, love?
Does emotion

hit a nerve?

Does deception

make you feel?
Transparency..

would it make you
 keep
me around?
Reassurance?

Just ask me, 
it’s right here.
Do you like closure?

Same here.
Survival..

are we too far in, love?
How do I keep you near me,

my love?
The feeling gets lonely,

love.
Fog clouds our
fragile bubble,

and silence soothes
our stillness.

A weight that sinks
deep in our chests.
Breathing hurts
 without
your air,
my love.
When you leave,
the silence grows louder 

filling my room

with echoes of you.
I’m reminiscing

roses and daisies,

sweet cupcakes,

vibrant rainbows
woven into trillions and millions,

beneath the city lights

shining on us.
Who cared?

All eyes were on us 

just me and you,

my love.
A universe
 of what
might have been,

love.
How can it be

what it used to be,
my love?
It felt like a fantasy.
Can you hear me,
love?
Long nights

sleepless nights 

had me up
 til the crack of dawn,

my love.
Long walks 

wherever the wind takes us,
right?
Knowing I’d go anywhere

with you,

love.
Talks about what could’ve been...

a future for you and I,

once again,

love.
Souls connected instantly,
my love.
Do you remember...

our first kiss,
love?
Or the time
 you first
brought me flowers,

my love?
Maybe you could
 remember
how intimate
we first got,
Felt like a dream
my love.
The time I got you sick

yet still wanted to come around me,
love.
Apologies for that,
again 
but remember your commitment,
my love?
Now I make you mad
 every trip,

love.
Will it ever
 be the same?
Why can’t we let love win?

Instead,
we let war take over
love.
Can we get over...
or
is it over,

my love?

We’re frantically typing to finish our assignments
and end our Friday night homework confinement.
Chella wants to go to a frat-house soirée
I went to a few of those, back in the day.

No more frat parties, I once emphatically said.
I make rules for myself, usually based on emotion
but once I calm down, rules are made to be broken,
and, it’s good, I suppose, to stay in touch with the kids

Chella does this a lot, finds a hot trendy spot,
and drags me along, enthusiastically or not.
She’ll attempt, and fail, to do a Keg stand.
That’s ok, we’re not athletes, I understand.

We’re just having fun with it, hitting a beat good,
fugitives from the rough passage to adulthood
We feel like old ladies now - it's hilarious.
.
.
Mini playlist for this:
Pon de Replay by Rihanna
Little Things x Gypsy Woman (L BEATS MASHUP) by Jorja Smith
Can't Feel My Face by The Weeknd
Summertime by DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
More Than A Woman (SG's Paradise Edit) by Bee Gees & SG Lewis

Summer used to be torture
hours of hiding behind my beach towel
days of starving myself to look good in a bikini

During the hot season I'd make myself small
hiding away in corners
in dark shadows out of sight

But now my voice does not shrink
I stand tall with pride
in my swimming costume
Now my biggest concern
is the sun burns I may get

The ***** met the egg in a cosmic boom
the Bang that created Life
the abandonment of boundaries
the collision of our bodies

We are born of this earth
We have come from the stars
We will bring who we are wherever we go
We bring the beginning
and We go
to the end

-The Meeting Place

I miss you so!
Your heart pulse fails to beat
on my spirit’s lonesome drum
Your breath no longer brushes my soul
with happy peaceful hues
Where did you go? & why?
My longing is lonely for your aura,
lonely for your loving care & desire.
Would you not hold me
in your heart and mind tonight?
I miss you
as always!

si alguna vez, te pierdo,
o si te me pierdes,
espero acordarme
de tus cuerdas hipnotizantes.

de tus notas hipnóticas,
tus resonancias disonantes,
y tus harmonías etéreas
que calman mi miseria
al igual también, mi amor.

espero acordarme de
absolutamente todo.
el momento malo
al igual que el bueno.

esperando nuestro amor humano
que esté, a través de su divinidad,
lleno y repleto del río rojo
que sale de este lugar mágico,
como el jardín de Adan y Eva.

aquí contigo en este río.

me encontrarás entre sus piedras,
dónde te esperare con mis pies en el agua
y entre tus tiernas piernas sembrare
mi orgullo final.

un final grande y grave,
como tu nota musical
en su fin orquestal.

el estar contigo,
es un bienestar al olvido
de sufrimientos vividos,
tu voz, al estar en mi oído,
lava el odio del niño
tenido del nido,
y en sus alas hay hilos
reviviendo los dones dormidos.

reviviendo mis sentimientos
hacia una vida buena,
y el poder de volar.

el poder de vivir,
y el privilegio de poder
compartirme contigo
sin tener que fingir.

- melancholicreator

I watched him, now
The pin prickly drops of a garish red
Seeps
From the uncareful lines he’d drawn on himself.
Slowly, that you’d have to watch
To notice it was even gathering on his skin.
He looks at me
For some sort of a reaction,
Though all I can think about is
The mess that should follow.
I tell him to stop, and
That is the end of it.

My heart pumps, desperately, frantically
In the palm of her hand.
She has pulled it from my ribcage
Without so much as a gasp
Or some utterance of disgust
Even as crimson stains her skin;
Rather, she gazes at it with adoration.
I cannot speak anymore
and I cannot express the same.

“I guess I fumbled this didn’t I”

and thank god I knew enough to pause
and take eighty four steps back
because what would’ve had me leaping into a pit
of guilt tipped spears

had me giggling
miles away
because darling you already know the answer

and are hoping
I’ll bite