I used to have you in my phone
as really immature names
because what a great way
to show that I'm still pissed off.
How absolutely childish
to give you a name to make you unappealing,
to tarnish the quality of my experience with you
with mostly dick imagery.
But everytime I let you back in
I felt a part of me was left out,
a compromise for what you couldn't give.
it's childish to have named you Penis Face
with capital letters and everything,
to show you I meant it as a serious name,
but it's because whenever I saw your name
I put too much emphasis on it
I fell in love with the letters too
because they belonged to you,
I fell in love with the promise
the fantasy of the future.
This is how love rushes over me in such a way
that I cant help but be swept away
by the tides of my own feelings;
the water feels warm
& I'm tired of the day walking me around
so I let the sensation
of the two worlds first kiss
flow through the rivers
of my nerves.
I bend to your touch
& no matter how hard I try,
& whatever you are called at the time,
my walls become suggestions
& your laughter leaves me disarmed.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
He pulls a rope you have wrapped around your mind,
never really wanting to see where it all ends,
why its all intertwined.
He keeps your ideas entertained.
He feeds an attention you crave.
He keeps you close
but feeling empty
& wanting more.
As long as he holds you
there's no telling you
that those who deserve you
don't just pull,
they unravel the rope;
strand by strand
with the determination of time
The dark parts of you
are defeated by the light you see in yourself.