Po. #7457

Torn form the mouths of babes are the harshest realities,
Never shielded from the innocence of a simple life,
A simple mind and a simple heart, locked through the eyes of a child.
What it must be like to think things clearly,
With no doubt, not an anxious thought to cross their path.
Those things are what I feel with you,
Such a peace of mind I never thought existed.
But what a dangerous line we cross,
Caught between bold and secret intimacies, held back by the boundary of what-if’s and what could never be.

With you things are so easy it scares me,
Because isn’t that what love is suppose to be?
To feel wanted and missed, to know that I will always be able to roam,
It is meant to be good and sensational and perilous. It is thrilling and intoxicating and
easy. So easy and safe, when I’m with you.

Not sure what I make of these newfound feelings,
But I keep trying to smother them down, knowing I can’t feel these butterflies,
For there’s no way this is right and I know it will never be this simple,
We are no longer children, haven’t been since life blindsided us,
And there is no easy way to fix the damage that I have grown used to.
Darling, there is no way this will work between us,
But the safety I long for, the ease you’ve created to fall into, are things I crave.
Knowing that you are here with me is all I can ask for at the moment,
And I will wait for the day that the boundary set in place for us will be lifted.
Maybe one day the stars will align, the gods will bless us; something in whatever
universe will fall into place for us,
And we can explore the easy chemistry our souls created for us.

Something to Beg for

You want me on my hands and knees?
Begging and moaning for something any man could give me,
Yet you seem to think yours is a gift I would not find anywhere else.
Let me tell you something lover, a cock is a cock and yours is not too impressive,
The way you use it doesn’t make me writhe and gasp,
Nor does it make me beg on my knees.
So don’t be surprised to find my other lovers waiting,
Because they can fuck me just like you, uncaring and quick and in need of a lay,
And don’t let your ego get the best of us; it is only fact I spill,
Like the wetness you leave between my legs,
To be washed away in the morning, along with any trace of you.

You want me on my hands and knees?
Begging and moaning for something any man will give me?
Make my know you care, that I am more than a place to get your dick wet,
That I am not just another pair of tits to add to your list,
I am not just what my body has to offer,
My mind is not filled with way to please you and learn how to make you happy,
But maybe, it could be, if I knew you were someone worth caring for.
So you want me to beg? Give me something to beg for.

Untrained Wages in Love

Love is an emotion I never took the time to explore,
For she is something I cannot control or even restrain,
And if I cannot control her, how am I supposed to governor my reaction?
So Love is someone I had strayed from, never too close to the window of love,
Never letting her linger too long in my heart, never letting her seize thine eyes,
How can I give myself to you when I’m too afraid?
Letting people in had never been a strong point in my makeup,
And I have survived years without the need of another,
So who are you to make me give up my solitude?

Your touch is as familiar as a lover from another life,
Though I think that is where you should remain.
For I have been trapped in my eternity for quite some time,
You could only complicate the fragile cage I built around my heart.
And yet, the rattling you stirred has made me doubt all I had done to keep you away.

So yes, you invade my heart like snow upon the dirt,
Covering all that had been bruised, torn and stitched back together,
And like a stranger you come into my life unannounced.
Your presence remains longer then I wish,
And while I can think of all the reasons I want you gone,
It is the one reason I want you to stay that keeps my lips closed and heart open
For I was always curious about this emotion that wrote sonnets and waged wars,
This emotion that causes death all in the name of a feeling, a single touch,
That still writes timeless lyrics to songs that make you weep.
And for this curiosity I remain in rapture by the presence of a stranger,
For what’s love but the offer of another’s vulnerability, their deepest secrets?
Secrets hold dear to the sense of ones self, and I am prey to those sinful moments,
Those captured in the security of love and her truths,
And I will do my best do seal the fate of a new found fascination of love,
For it is she that will grate me the power to write sonnets and waged wars,
If only to prove she had power over me, despite my best defenses.



*Image found on pinterest.com*

timeless love

I love hearing your voice,
Little snippets you place when you think no one is listening,
It’s mesmerizing.
Caught in your tenor,
The octaves captivate me,
Love me with your best versions,
And let me learn form your worst,
Because there can’t be anything wrong with learning to make something perfect,
Is that how you view us?
Perfect…it’s so hard for me to see you the way you see me,
I’ve been burned, jaded and scorned,
And I know you have too,
But when you found me,
Your scars stitched themselves together and began to heal,
Your smile got wider and the cloud over your heart turned white and light,
And I hope you know you changed me,
My hearts wall dropped to let you climb over,
And my body didn’t shake when you gripped too tightly,
Our kisses changed our lives,
And I love you, and the way you love me,
So please still be patient with me.
I’m healing
The way you are,
But you seem to have closed your wounds faster than I,
Our love will be timeless I know,
But it’s okay to take our time getting there.

i love you (like an addict)

I love you,
I never say it when I should,
Only in my recess of my mind,
When I miss you or I need you,
But never to your face in the moment it counts,
Maybe it’s a product of false love,
That’s the only thing I’ve known for a long time,
Or maybe a dependent love,
That is,
My nightmare, the thing I recognize in my soul,
And I’m terrified it will happen to me,
So I lash, I fight and hit,
Keeping you at arms length,
Lest I become dependent on hearing you tell me I’m worth your love,
Because I’ll be hooked,
And I’m an addict,
I’ll look for every hit, every fix,
And I can’t let myself become fixed on you, on love,
Because I’ll be hooked, bloodied and bruised,
Crawling back to you as though you’re the only one to save me,
And I hate the trope,
(But I secretly crave it, so I know the price of giving in might kill me)
I love you,
I hope you know,
I need you in the way my soul needs a safe place to land when it’s soared to high,
But I can’t let you know too much,
Your love is like a drug,\
And I’m afraid you’ll hate me if you knew the things I’d do to keep it.


So in my head,

Trapped in the thoughts and images that come to me at night,

You’re all I can think about. Stupid things, thoughtful and even sweet. Each more and more consuming than the last.

But you’ll never know will you? It’s so hard to remember people don’t automatically know how you feel, the exact way you’re thinking. Because then there would be no mystery. No awkward conversations or mumbled phrases under breaths.

But that’s insane. Crazy to think, to expect that they know exactly how you feel, or exactly how the thoughts translate.

And still you’re all i think about. Good bad and ugly. Messy beautiful and close to divine. It’s you.

Wrapped up in my thoughts, in my arms, lazily in the early morning haze.

So in my head ,

And all I can think of is you.

Moonlit Sun

This became so natural, so easy that I’m almost worried about the backlash,
Because I can’t seem to enjoy these moments without fretting over the future,
Can’t seem to wrap my mind around the possibility of this present.
1, 2, 3, I can’t sleep without you crossing my mind,
You’re getting all the pretty words I used to reserve for page and ink,
1,2,3 I can’t seem to picture you without me,
…Or is it me without you?
1,2,3, here we go again, thrown back into the eye of the storm.
Helpless to the rain, the winds and her charming caresses upon my tear stained cheeks.

Why can’t I seem to trust this the way everyone around has,
Or at least trust in the way they’ve wrapped their concerns in pretty insults and honest love.
And I feel silly, foolish even, because
I’ve never doubted you until I listened to all these voices,
(But I know it comes from a place of love and worry. Can we blame them?)
Yet, these people who don’t know us, don’t know the storms we’ve faced and the waves we’ve created just for a chance to sit upon the shores,
To bask in the moonlit sun, if only for the few hours the sunset gives.
Let us escape into that ocean that shields us from the harsh reality of the storm,
But we can only hold our breath for so long, until the need for certain oxygen suffocates us.
And we find ourselves floating among the waves we created,
The shores just out of our reach.

I guess that trust goes both ways, and I can’t forget the ways I’ve given myself to you,
There, among the shores where we once sat,
Wrapped in nothing but each other,
And that is the memory I chose to lose myself in,
1,2,3, I can’t seem to think of anyone but you,
Can’t think of anyone I’d rather let wreck havoc on this heart of mine,
1,2,3, I never want to picture my without you, you without me,
I never want you to not be waiting on those shores,
Basking in the moonlit sun, as happy to see me as I am you.

beautiful fantasy

There are no words to explain this situation,
I wish I could say I had no part,
That I didn’t feel the way I did,
But honesty is the lesson I try to live by,
So I can’t bring myself to deceit you.
Though I can’t take all the blame,
Despite what you wish to be true,
I can admit that your mind in your own worst enemy,
And that I can’t help the way we interact,
Chemistry is chemistry and ours wasn’t to be ignored,
Despite our efforts, despite the rights and wrongs,
We fell into a dangerous habit,
And out came an affair of the hearts.
Perfect in its flaws and how we didn’t commit to any sin,
Not a one, but oh the downfall we had claimed was so spectacular,
Beautiful in the wrongness and temptation
Right in the connection of souls,
But this is not meant to be, so don’t tell me how amazing we were,
Or how amazing we can still be,
But rather, remind me of the beautiful fantasy we make,
And that is just that, a fantasy between two souls longing for something more,
A connection made when there wasn’t room to grow,
A love where those hearts had no space adjust,
So this is my fantasy of you, trapped in the space between my mind and heart,
Where this love was just pretty words wrapped in a pretty idea,
Never meant to surpass this temptation habit, this dangerous safety net