he made

me soft again.

kind and humble.

forgiving.

he has brought

me to my knees,

and reminded me

the beauty of

being grounded.

gradually i began

to fall for you,

hesitant every

step of the way.

it’s been so long,

i’ve omitted what passion

is supposed to feel like.

your youthful touch

overtakes me,

compelling my soul.

you steal my bones,

unravel my spine

until i am

completely undone.

bare.

raw.

pure honey and flesh

lying on your

white, silk sheets.

you don’t call me

beautiful.

you called me

heavenly;

a goddess.

before you,

i thought
love was chaotic.

madness.

fire and flames.

i thought love

was a battlefield.

war.

a death wish.

i thought love was

sleepless nights.

no appetite.

nonfunctional.

but loving you was

everything but torture.

loving you was easy.

simple.

graceful.

loving you was the

most natural thing

i have ever consumed.

loving you was

like breathing,

it was effortless.

you blow straight through me,

yet shake up my domain.

thunder cracks and

lightning strikes every time

i hear your name,

storms brew inside my soul
when you’re near.

i haven’t been myself

since you’ve appeared.

his lips are

a burning gun.

i love taking

bullets from him.

you’ve been through a lot,

i can see it in your eyes.

you’ve got a big heart,

and you’re not sure

what to do with all of it.

you’ve given too much of yourself

to people who weren’t worth it.

the people who promised

to never hurt you,

did,

and the ones who promised

to never leave,

left without even a

proper caution of their departure.

you know where you want to be in life,

yet can’t find the road

which will lead you there.

you’re lost,

truly misplaced.

unsure of your direction,

and not sure where to go next.

caught in-between being

afraid of repeating the past,

and wrecking the future.

you must understand,

it gets better.

your past doesn’t define you,

and your future remains unmarked.

just because you’ve been hurt before,

doesn’t mean you will hurt again.

people leave.

but sometimes people come back.

stop searching for what you are not,

and start loving everything

you have become.

for some reason,

his eyes don’t sparkle

like the stars anymore.

- dull

once it was over,

i kind of missed

his sad eyes

and wicked lies.

- confession

you don’t taste like you used to,

or touch me in the right places.

you don’t kiss me with that

thirsty look in your eyes.

we have changed.

i’m not sure where to go from here.

we act like lovers,

yet are hardly in love anymore.

sticking to our scripts,

we play our parts without

having to practice our lines.

hitting each cue,

every scene is perfection.

eloquent.

the audience

is convinced of our roles.

i’m so tired of this performance.

it’s time to throw in the towel,

and call it a show.

we made this place our home.

painted the walls red,

flowered them with photographs