Morning Comes

My face of color pale,

Lips in trembled rhythm, 

And your hands gripping through my hips.

I no longer understand what is pain, 

What is pleasure.

You've fed me crumbs which I follow religiously, until one day you grant me your heart.

I will forever be lost if the path I take is lead by you.

But no greater feeling than loss,

Especially in arms of the one next to you.

A**hole

I wanted to write about you.

But then I remembered;

Last time I did you broke me in two.

So I will rather fall asleep with this fever,

Then see your eyes lie to me tonight.

No Sense Will Be Made

I had forgotten of the virtual pages that are mine, and all because my dedication had been towards other things.
I just wish to share how I learned that love takes all the positive and negative energy, and proves it in its own light. I need more patience, and far more negligence toward others to learn what is best for me. If I do not I will stay here in this way just losing my mind over matter.
Taken apart literally.
Well, my heart nor brain will take that any longer as I enter the new year.
The new year will bring all my ideas to life, and this will, of course, be done through my own work.
I will put more in, I promise.
But poetry in its own way needs much pain or great love to enter.
At this moment I believe I honestly feel but a dash of each.
This ought not be enough for the thirst I usually quench.
I need time. I need patience.
And I wish you do too.

Senseless

I am left to write of the love I carry for myself,
One that will forever be stronger than yours,
Yours that is so plain and distant,
One that broke me down, and hurt me.
Well, now, in this light of the night,
I welcome you to feel what s rightfully mine,
My heart.
The one that froze in the night, after you made it tingle.
One that fell apart, with every twinkle.
My rhymes are senseless,
And inspiration fails me these days.
So I beg you to forgive my sins
And preach to another woman,
Another who will care far less than I ever did.
As of late you have been back in my head,
I hope you fall back out.
I will never accept your poison
For as long as I am alive.

It Is Here Again

On some nights my thoughts drift into another dimension.

The one that joins me tonight brings tears of saddness with some joy sprinkled on top.

That day I had met your match.

He was same as you were, 

Although nowhere near physically.

Now when I think of it;

you never were there.

Really.

I had fallen for the idea of your love, 

And begged my heart to go along with it.

In return I was left to learn on my own that you were never more than a man I will forever hold in my heart, but could never be held in yours.

To this day I will cry, 

as you did to my soul what had never been done before. 

You made my heart feel more ache than I could ever deserve or imagine,

But it hurt to a point where I wasn't aware it didn't mean to bring pleasure.

Will I ever completely forget

Or simply cover what you've done?

i do not know of this now.

But one day I wish to see your face again,

Just one more time,

To be sure life has led me the right way this time.

Witches Might Inspire

I wish I knew of a better way to show what I feel.

But as you learned by now, 

Nothing but this writing will ever truly come near it.

It is the end of the night that opens my mind and speaks for itself.

And though sometimes even for days I get lost

I forget to reach one's head,

I still lay here,

Writing of nothingness and more.

I change each day.

But I wish you to do so with me.

Until then all I care for is knowing you are safe and sound,

And That my arms are enough for you to give in,

Because that is all I can do,

No more than give you my heart.

And it would be a lie to say you hadn't stolen it already,

Because baby, 

I am under your spell and I wish to be charmed even more.

And No One Else Willl Matter

To find your soul in another being is something you could once only find in fairytales.

When reality hit me,

I learned I could find it in you,

In all your moves, and in all that you do.

I learned that there is more to love than a hold of hands,

And how easy it is to notice the flaws in one so similar yet so different from you.

But God, how I love those flaws as if they were mine.

As long as you stay mine.