"chula" poems
You're my favorite cake;
I don't get you too often but when I do its exciting. It's the best one. That's you. I be like, oh can't wait try her!
Like that one time you gave me that head. I was like omggg this ***** esta mujer, gotta be my girl.
You wanna be my girl?
She laughs, and roles around as if to be searching every Window surrounding for faces. No!
Oh, so now I get it.
You hit me up every year or whateva, you make me beg every time I see you Mami. And when we finally **** it's amazing, & then you wanna bounce. so I'm here to serve you, hu'?
Aye, you listening to me?
Yeah
I'm serving you? You come here but can't **** it mami. Here chula, put it in your mouth.
She laughs, I don't want to.
Psh, agghh.You get me so tight, so why you come here then?
But he's right, she thought, why had she come? She had imagined it wouldnt happen this time.
Did you fuckin' slap me?
What? That was hard?
Tss
Come on, we was playin' around. If you hit me I wouldn't get tight. I know it wasn't hard.
It was unnecessary.
You like that **** why you playin?
He turned the lights off while she laid on the bed still fully clothed.
He was taking off his shoes then pants.
She waited.
He creeped onto the bed headed her ways.
Why didn't I try to leave again, she thought
Come on mami, you gon' take this off or what?
Is that mine? Is that mine?
She moans.
Who's is this?
Huh, he grunts.
Yo..
You..
Youurs.
Yeah!
No worries, I'll always serve you. As long as you're alive.
We laughed and I walked down. The last three steps and out the foggy air of season June,
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
¿Quien eres tu?
Yo ya no te conozco
Ya han pasado los meses
Y tu has cambiado
Te cortaste tu pelo
Ya no me hablas igual
¿Quien eres tu?
Y que hiciste con mi novio
El que me quiera
Y me decia chula de cariño
Me daba besos y abrasos
Yo a ti ya no te conozco
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
You have me feeling,
Feeling hopeful than usual.
You are seeing me in my most honest element
You would not like the girl who layed on the ground awaiting to be picked up by him.
I now feel unafraid to lose for what does not want to stay
For what is not meant to stay
I am only
afraid
Tired
Drained
to add number 9
Old habits try to break me
As fast as they come and slow to go
They rapidly repeat...
His mouth matches experiment 1
He does not want you like experiemt 5
He is seeing someone else like 1 and 5
It won't be the same tomorrow
I'll know his real truth tomorrow
"good morning chula"
..my heart smiles
you are still here
And this cycle of hopeless thoughts repeat and repeat and repeat
"how are you chula?"
..my heart smiles
You are still here
And this dam cycle of fear repeats and repeats and repeats
late at night when you disappear for 2 days
At times
"como te va?"
...my heart melts
..You are still here
Number 8?
Let's see where this goes
Years of practice
Proud and tall
She picks herself up
Cripled at heart
But she's up
You are now just a pair of eyes I want to impress for the better of me
..if I can do it.
Heart in cloud 9
Brought down to step 1.
"let's see where we go"
He says
Only 3 months in
I know I sound crazy
You are not mine yet
but simply a friend
Truthfuly and most sweet
I now know
soft whispers
Patient steps
Eyes that see me
Hands that push
I feel consistency
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC