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.
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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.
Enough
I pray I’m enough
When nice booties and perky tits
dance across your social media timeline
In an effort to entice you with a fun time
I’m pray my adoration is enough
When your hairline recedes back in time
And your gut tries to cut the line
I pray my listening ear is enough
When the world tries to beat you down
And your friends are nowhere to be found.
I pray I’m enough.
Maybe
Maybe I want you to suffer a little bit.
Maybe I want you to feel one ounce
of the pain you may have caused me.
Maybe I want you to go out of
your comfort zone to make me feel
comfortable in this relationship again
Because YOU created this distrust.
Maybe I want you to swallow your pride,
just let go of your ego in an
effort to show me that you care
beyond the shadows of MY doubts.
Just pull me in close and
whisper, “I’m so sorry.”
Pierce my eyes with remorse,
kiss me as if its our last,
drown me in your skin until
I accept your sincerest apologies
And watch me judt sink back
into our love interrupted.
Falling
You drew me in instantaneously
and captured my attention with words,
intellectual words, intriguing words, sweet words.
It wasn’t long before I found myself falling for…
You telling me how beautiful I was
How amazing you found my body to be
How much you thought of me daily.
I began falling for…
Your good morning texts, our afternoon chats,
your sweet goodnight phone calls.
I began falling for…
Your plans for a future with me
Your plans to “make me your lady”
Your plans for an intense love until we die,
“physically, mentally and spiritually”.
You asked that I be vulnerable
and ready to fall in love, no guards
So I began falling for…
Your words.
Words that held no meaning.
Words that preceded no actions.
Words that still gave me butterflies
Words that had me falling for a fable.