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Give me something real…

Not that dreamy look
Nor the empty promises
With the occasional tenderness

Give me something sweet…

A taste of your soft lips
A touch from your callused hands
And a glance from your hazel eyes

Give me a feeling…

Not love… definitely not love
Not another cycle of manipulation
And the inevitable broken promises

Give me your truth…

The real essence of your soul
The stripped version of you
And your exposed unfiltered thoughts

Give me all of that
Give me all I want
And I’ll give you my all


Skin and Soul

I remember the terror that filled me
The thoughts that raced through my head
You’re not perfect
You’re not what he wants
I never thought I was enough

I was ignorant
Always belittling myself
I didn’t know I was beautiful
Couldn’t see I was perfect in his eyes
I was more than enough

I was ready
For him, for this, for more
I wanted him to take me
To claim me as his possession
And become one

His lips reach out for mine
Setting my body aflame
His hands sneak under my shirt
Leaving my skin charred
Wherever his touch landed

He takes the fabric off my skin
And travels upwards to release my breasts
A gasp escapes my lips
He stares at me
With eyes that make me feel majestic

He kneels before me
To free my skin
Crashes through the barriers
Until I’m left exposed
Skin and soul
Deep within


Nebula

Little did I know…
The things you saw in yourself
Little do you know…
The things I saw in you, in us
Scared you away and pushed us apart

It felt so right, so beautiful
That I never thought it’d go wrong
It felt so right, but so scary
Treading on thin ice
Till it sunk us deep

Little did I know…
The things you chose to see
Were the best things about me
Little do you know…
The things I chose to be
Left me vulnerable and dainty

I get this sinking feeling in my stomach
Every time I remember the first day
I force myself not to think too much about it
Not to think about caving against you
And enjoying the pure warmth of your heart

Little did I know…
The things you said to me
Would be the worst forms of kindness
Little do you know…
The things I wanted to be
Surpassed this reality

I hope every time it rains
The memories pour down
And you remember me

I hope every time the wind blows
You catch a hint of my scent
And you miss me

Little did I know…
The things we shared
Were the first step to heartbreak
Little do you know…
The things you said
Were inadequate for me to hate you

Little did we know…
We were handed a nebula
That was too extraordinary
For either of us to carry…


I'm True

The thing about romance and love… Well, let’s just say it’s some weird shit. Would you think that one day, you might actually fall in love with a voice?

I heard your voice for two weeks, and you drew me in with just that. I was too shy to turn and face you, to discover the face with the mouth that uttered a splendor.

You weren’t serenading or speaking poetically, it was simply your voice. My body and my brain interpreted it as one of my favorite songs.

It seeped under my skin and found its way to a locked chest in which I’ve buried my emotions…

Days and days later…. coincidence revealed your face. It’s not that you have extraordinary beauty, but to me, the beauty I saw was enough.

Maybe it’s because I’m a hopeless romantic that I fall for someone so easily, or maybe it’s because of you.

I just wish that the eyes I caught staring weren’t a work of my imagination.

I wish that the reason you always sit behind me is because you want to be as close as possible or you want me to know that you exist.

I know I’m going to regret these words afterwards.

I guess part of me enjoys being fragile and exposed.

I really need to be loved. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced true love or any sort of love. That’s why I get attached so easily. To me, it’s a chance at love. The warm fuzzy feelings you get in your stomach. The smile that draws itself on your face simply by a thought. The safety you feel by merely a gaze.

I’m a hopeless romantic. I think in a poetic way. I imagine things that I know would never happen.

I’m fragile and exposed.

But at least-

I’m true