i wrote about you

I wrote about you,
not because my whole world evolved around you,
but because you were an entire world.
you were beauty.
you were an undocumented
species,
in the depths of the ocean
that we haven't even discovered yet.
I wrote about you,
not because you were calm,
but because you let passion
run through your fingers
into my heart.
you were a candle,
waiting to be lit,
a bomb,
waiting to go off.
I wrote about you,
not because I loved you,
but because my words loved you,
the pen, the ink,
the keyboard,
the screen,
the open document,
they loved you.
and I dare not ignore
what my mind tells me to
speak.
I wrote about you,
because you weren't mine,
you were all yours,
but you were able to share a piece
of you,
with me.

my words have energy

Let
My
Words
Create
Galaxies
In
Your
Heart.

temptation

temptation.
a manipulation of the mind
to believe that my legs
would be best placed around your neck.
the feeling of a hot shower,
with you,
when we know we aren't supposed to.
me touching you in places
that belong to the darkness.
belief that the lust,
deep in your veins,
will keep me safe at night,
when I know
this is only
a late night,
rendezvous
that should never have
happened.
temptation

you let the poison seep into my wounds

learn to let go
of the ones
that douse
your name in poison
when they speak it.

i am not your sexual object

did you love her?
did you really love her?
or did you just like how your tongue
felt roaming down her side.
did you understand how her body works,
or was she only a sexual toy
used for objectification to pleasure
the most used part of your body.
did you understand her mind?
is she just a sex symbol to you?
can you appreciate her body as art?
ask yourself that the next time your
hand slides down a woman’s body.
you can love her without an orgasm

watch how love lights up when you bring spring into the winter

to love someone else,
unconditionally,
asking for little to nothing in return,
is giving someone a handful of
their favorite spring flowers
in the middle of a snowy winter.

late night nudity.

I watched
as your skin
was illuminated by
the moon late
that night,
as you danced in all of
your possibilities.
You were bare,
and you were able to
feel the manipulation
of the stars.
They carefully
dressed up your skin,
turned on your fire,
and let you light
the world ablaze.
My world is still
glowing.

Embrace.

i embrace your hurt.
it gives me just enough
ink until i get my
fix.
im a feign.
and I’ve never been addicted
to any drug
but the false love of another person.
i can’t understand.
i embrace your hurt.
while you’re hurting me
you’re fueling me
im waiting for
the moment where you burn your finger
because you left me.
and i know you know it in your head
but i want to remind you too.
because every time you whisper into another souls ear
you’ll be cursed with feeling
my touch against your neck
my breath against your lips.
I’ve never understood your complaints of my love.
my apologies,
but you’ll have to live with the confusion too.