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And I know my love would have swallowed the universe, whatever I said was always real and never rehearsed.
But you'd been so broken, saw my love as a rusted token.
Only if you could see my love... You'd have floated through the cosmic galaxies and far above.
Sometimes I feel like this bond we used to share, this almost-love, is the elephant in the room. Other times, I wonder if you forgot. If I didn’t hold those days so clearly in my memory, I might think I made it up.
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We were so automatic
It’s funny, not surprised
It was bound to happen
We were magic.
Memories psycho
Can’t release you
Holding onto shattered
Fragment pieces of you.
Do you remember?
Remember November?
Lost in a fantasy
Can’t release you
Lost in your eyes
Universes I can’t deny.
Chasing the memories
Falling fast I swear that
I can still remember
The way you felt
Upon my lips.
Do you remember?
Remember November?
We weren’t A-typical
Stereotypical ain’t our vibe
But honey love can bite
The shard of glass from
Ceilings cracked cutting deep.
Unstable a fable
Nobody can deny
Falling through the
Void static burning true
To the kindling of lies that
Was me and you.
Do you remember?
Remember November?
It’s funny how it lingers
The scent of your cologne
Too strong for me now.
How many times have we…
Memorable…
Not you're typical…
The time and place that we…
Don’t you remember?
Remember November?
…..
Nothingness
Sometimes I wish I could just melt into nothingness
become a spec of dust and drift away in the breeze
Be carried far away from pain and torment,
Finally free to do as I please.
It's dark here and so very cold
how did I get here I was so full of life
and yet I am not old
My body is not damaged or weak
my bones are not broken, they do not creak.
And yet, as I sit and think my mind consumes me
it is my soul that is weak and broken
my mind that is damaged
it plays like a skipping record,
over and over and over and over again
not enough and too much all at once
a never ending loop,
over whelmed and drowning in nothingness
always dark, black all consuming nothingness.
Eclipsed
I look up to you,
And you look down on me,
I am eternally eclipsed by your shadow,
Yet grateful to have someone near,
Being alone, my only true fear.
I call myself a writer but all I've ever written were elegies for the love I used to feel for you but died tragically. It died tragically after you left me with open wounds that won't mend; bruised me with words way too abusive, they make me shake uncontrollably even now. And your memory, the face that resembles the moon, it haunts me. It haunts me that I run away from the crowd like I'm losing my mind. The cacophony gets louder and your voice, I hear it over the hubbub swallowing me. You call me like you still own all of me. Oh I confess, you still do my darling, you still do. Though I claim that my love has died a long time ago, it throbs with the heart you occupied.You scarred my skin with your name so I will remember you for eternity. And I will surely remember you. For you gave me so much to remember.
I know you're gone. But my pen just can't stop writing about you. So I write another piece...another cold work of art. For the twenty seventh time, here's to the love I want to shower you with but has to die because you left before I can even offer my heart to you. Now here I am, staring at a blank space that used to be our home.
Oh darling, why does love have to be so cold?
-For all the things that refuse to die,
Katie, 20:00
You ask me to
be a planet.
But I am a comet.
Meant to soar and
come back to
your periphery.
Every five years or so.
-Floral
Cactus Fruit
While my name is a flower
I was never meant to make
Or have the power
to create
An orchid blossom in the desert
Because I was supposed to
create a cactus
Nopales
Agave
Pinos y
Huizaches
Shifting from a gardener
to a landscaper
Transitioned to a foreigner
Where people escaped her
So I learned how to grow tunas.
Vegetating comestible fruit
My love feeds the roots
Bajo cada luna
Spikes emerge
Stiff and strong
Pink blushes deeper
Until
Someone who is courageous enough
Enticed with the fruit’s intensity
Will take a bite
Savor its complexity
And divine difficult plight
That brought it life
Simtulating each papillae
For a unique profile
Which another cannot replicate
In soft soils, without smiles.
Chocolate Cosmos Weren’t Enough
Green sheets and lazily taped art
Today it was
cleaned, designed, organized, catered to
A lost artist who doodles over
The winnings of artists
Who create blue eye kings
They create small dents in the green
that my forefront love
Easily takes up and
fills better
Our side of the bed and
they’re on top of it
Momentary kisses exchanged with them
Serotonin syndrome and dopamine addiction
Pale in comparison to the
Futures he prophesied
Lust exquisitely consumes
a flaming arrow’s moment
Yet cannot pay a lifetime mortgage
Mixed signals don’t cultivate connections
Or curate trust like a portrait you shared
He has seen my thong
Sunbathing on top of my TV
They didn’t see glistening spots
In two week old sheets
And they won’t attain tenure
To ever see write their initials
On ceramic structures’ accumulated dust
The Narcissist's Masquerade
In love's twisted labyrinth, shadows conspire,
A false Cupid, cloaked in dark attire.
With whispers sweet and arrows of black,
He ensnares hearts, never looking back.
Beneath his mask of angelic guise,
Lurks a soul consumed by cunning lies.
His words, like daggers, cut deep and cold,
Leaving wounds that never grow old.
He weaves a web of manipulation's art,
Playing with emotions, tearing souls apart.
Each vow of love, a twisted refrain,
Leading lovers to sorrow, to endless pain.
His arrows pierce, not with love's sweet kiss,
But with venomous poison, leaving hearts amiss.
He twists and turns, with deceitful grace,
Leaving behind a bitter, empty space.
Beware the Cupid with wings of night,
For his love is but a poisonous blight.
In his embrace, there's only despair,
A haunting echo of a love unfair.
Free At Last
As my gaze met yours, I felt nothing - no resentment, no sorrow, no regret, no happiness, no longing for your affection; just emptiness. It was in that moment I finally found peace.
Extinguished Flame
Despite the pain, I clung to the belief that you were destined to be mine, that our connection was written in the stars. Each time our eyes met, I felt a certainty that you were the one I had been searching for, the missing piece of my existence.
Yet now, as I stand before you, I am enveloped by a haunting emptiness. The flames of love that once raged within me have been extinguished, leaving only a hollow void in their wake. With a heavy heart, I realize that the tumultuous journey of our love has reached its inevitable conclusion.
In this moment of clarity, I am liberated from the shackles of uncertainty and pain. The emotional rollercoaster that once defined our relationship has come to a merciful end, leaving me with a bittersweet sense of closure.
Emotionally Unavailable
In the fortress of my soul, I dwell alone,
Emotionally distant, carved from stone.
A fortress built with walls so high,
To guard the heart, to hide the why.
In the silence of my solitude, I roam,
A prisoner of my own emotional home.
Beneath the surface, a tempest rages,
Locked away in hidden cages.
Unreachable, untouched, I stand,
A solitary figure in a barren land.
For love's embrace, I cannot receive,
In the shadows where I grieve.
Yet in the depths, a whisper calls,
Breaking through the fortress walls.
A glimmer of hope, a flicker of light,
Guiding me through the endless night.
For even in my guarded state,
Love's gentle touch can penetrate.
And though I may be emotionally unavailable,
I yearn to break free, to be vulnerable.