I Think

both poets & photographers look at the world like a man does a woman.

Remember Me

Remember me the way I drown in your arms..
before I lost myself in your kiss
& tasted heaven dying in your tears

Bring Me A Thousand Scarabs

I used to imagine him & I alone
under Egyptian tides
fingers tracing hope in waves of passion on my back

I gave him all of me

I am formless
molding in his hands
wordless
my gasps pleading "love me.."

Tonight I cried like the stars were bleeding
because the less he's around
the more I get used to it
& the more blackened their light becomes

The tourniquet I fashioned out of erasable ink promises for my soul
is now ripping at it's liar's seams

& the desert is left whispering of my heart

Haiku

I wanted to know
does fairytale love exist?
or are we all fools?

Rambling, Spilling & Writing

the less he's around
the more I get used to it
I think that hurts more than anything

I've forgotten what it's like to be held
fingers tracing the outline of my hips
a silent reassurance of safe

I'm a high maintenance woman when it comes to love
I need to be reminded, constantly
or I shut down
( maybe from the lack of attention
or maybe I've given all of myself that I can
without getting any of him in return )
it's just what I do
to keep myself warm
cuz sometimes there's just not enough heat on the back burner
& I never got used to the sideline view

I feel like I've lost my best friend..

I Want A Love

I want a love like the love I have
a walk over the hot coals kind of love
even if your soul gets burned
you'd do it just to reach me..

A man that loves me as much as I love him.. Does such a thing even exist? Is hopeless romantic just another term for fool? Sometimes, I wonder..

Untitled

Love, Abstracted

Behind Shadows & So(lace)

Heaven On Earth

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