If we aren’t best friends what’s the point?
If I can’t hold all of your secrets, who will?
If I can’t tell you when you’re wrong,
how will we grow together in this thing?
If you don’t see the value I can add to your life,
why still hold on to such a liability?
If I’m not the first person you call when in need,
how could I ever be your lifeline?
If our life experiences aren’t synonymous,
why does that have to mean we can’t relate?
If I don’t impact your thoughts & decisions now,
what future is there between us?
If I am none of these things to you,
why are we even still a “we”?
Category: Love Notes
Tremor
You make my legs tremble, my hips lock, my knees buckle and my toes stretch while chaotically my hands go from scaling your back to grabbing the sheets then finally gripping the headboard. My head leads my lips in search of yours and lock passionately but momentarily, a quick thank you I suppose for the euphoric state you’ve placed me in. My head rests while my back arches then relaxes simultaneously as you Continue reading “Tremor”
Magical
On those nights when
My thoughts run untamed
And sleep betrays me
I count your breathes
As you lay soundly beside me.
It’s almost magical the way
Your rhythm eases me.
Directions
When I gave you the
directions to my heart
you followed carefully
and even stopped at times
to confirm you were
going the right way.
This is why you’ll
forever hold my map.
Surrender
When you finally take the time
to see outside of yourself
within those rare fleeting moments
I am screaming on the inside to be heard
That is your greatest opportunity
to grab hold and watch me surrender.
This
This is what our love
looks like at times lamentably.
Laying under the same blanket
yet still so far apart.
Silence deafening the room
as we both commit to pride.
Instead of making the first move
towards reconciliation.
Feel
I’m currently sitting in my car in the garage enjoying the static of the radio and the silence of all the other elements. It’s moments like these I savor most. Ever pause and try to merely exist? Ever try to be so in sync with oneself that you can actually feel the touch of your fingertips on your body the same way you feel the surface of material things? Try it. Feel. Breathe. Live.
