Give Me More

 And if the sun never shined again,

On my olive skin- 

I'd know that our sin was beautiful. 

I'd know that my soul was indebted to you, and my heart was at your mercy. 

And I'd be OK with that. 

Because at least I got to love you,

Unconditionally. 

And I know the moments that we shared made time stand still....

Because our souls were on fire,

And still are. 

It is this torture of this human experience,  that made me love you.

It was your flaws and imperfections. 

It was your fierce light, and your laugh.

It was the safety of this secret we've created and held on to. 

I lay down my sword - and allow my raw thoughts to be explored. 

Give me more.

Summer Rain

 Do you ever,

Have tears fall,

When you aren't crying?

Eyes becoming a leaky faucet, 

Or an unexpected summer rain?

Do you feel the pain,

Of the numbness?

Hell's Eb & Flow

If Hell is where you met me,

Would you show me what Heaven looked like?

Would you take your wings and shelter me,

As bullets made of words fly?

Would you give me back my halo?

Or leave me there to die?

If Hell is where you met me,

Would you sit and watch me burn? 

It's my own grave I would've dug- 

Yet Angels love I'd yearn.

Am I just a fallen Angel,

Or the Demon that I know?

The one that dips in shadows-

To forgo the eb and flow.

Nutured.

 I just need to be...

Nutured. 

Dont care if I stay

 Your words cut like blades,

And I'm left to catch the blood...

Sew myself up.

Accept your apologies like the medication you think it is.

Each cut has caused a scar,

Though I don't speak of them much... 

They're buried under my clothes, 

Near my heart...

One by one, I examine them.

My self esteem dips and dives...

I weave and woe.

At one point I had laid my entire life, my entire heart, all of my love on the line...

And I tried, and I sacrificed...

And have yet to receieve the same level of sacrifice. 

So what do I do, bend and break?

Or bow away?

I feel like you don't care if I stay.

April 29th

When the universe shakes you gently to wake, you listen. You don't fight it... because she's whispering that there is a gentle adventure ahead. The sunrise is beckoning your soul, and why wouldn't you dance with her if you could? Why wouldn't you enjoy the heat of a hottub on a cool Spring morning, with a hot cup of coffee?

Rose Colored Glasses

 Rose colored glasses 🌹 

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Life is beautiful - 

I used to get angry at the clouds and the rain. Cursing them as they'd roll through. Now, I beg them to be wild, so that I can dance in their danger and chaos. 

I used to hold back my smile, as a way to control how others perceived me (as if my eyes didn't give it all away). Now, I let my emotions run free- proudly showing off my dimple, the one I used to hate so much.

There have been times that I've fallen out of touch with my soul, and walked through life blind to the beauties around me.

Now, my visions are clear, reality is mine to perceive and mold.

There's something bold, about these rose colored glasses. My perception is my own.