Love Poems

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    What Is Your Purpose?

    Oftentimes people don’t ask themselves what their purpose in someone else’s life is. My purpose being more light work related than yours sometimes. I still come and leave in as much peace as possible. Never to return to what didn’t inspire me before. I never had to ask myself who a best friend was or what it entailed. It didn’t entail vengeance for me. But for some, of course it would. And whatever it picked up along the way that had the same unfamiliar uncomfortable qualities was a lost cause to it’s succubus energy. I had not paid attention to the eye rolls in public while I was writing. The female friends who had so willingly gone after men that I had adorned once, thinking I would suddenly want them back. Not realizing that even the smallest parts of me was not willing to circumference their insecurities about my craft enough to bow to them before I bow to God and pray for them. That being the ultimate truth. You need prayer and my absence from your life. In remembrance we can coexist until you feel it necessary that I am one of the people you desire to be completely honest with. Suffering is a choice. Your choice to make someone else suffer by hating their way of creatively expressing themselves, in turn makes you and others around you suffer. My inspiration to write does not come from the suffering of others. That’s the difference.

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    Lofi Beats

    Today my research has been on lofi beats and the current issues with my printer. As I sit here and have a state employment application for a job; I have had a short fuse all day. Define short fuse…certainly doesn’t make you want to be around someone and have coffee to explain what you’re going through. Things all work in an organized fashion in life. How to lengthen a fuse? Remove yourself from your stressors. Run from these things that bring you no sense of clarity. Albeit most disturbances are that way. No matter the noun.

    Sometimes I wonder why in such a world as the one I live in; do people continue to lie and paint stories that are not true…

    Press play on a lofi tune..

    XOXO, El’Aundra

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    Cut and Dry

    Like butter his skin.

    Was softer than it seemed.

    My love for you.

    Was deeper than the seas.

    Like frosting to a cake.

    He was sweeter than my dreams.

    My need for him.

    Was stronger than iron cleaves.

    Like wind to a storm.

    I was safe with him.

    My heart for his.

    Was the easiest man to please.

    Like flower to the soil.

    I will grow from him.

    My life with his.

    Was the dream that brought me to my knees.

    XOXO, El’Aundra

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    Listen to my voice

    I think sometimes it’s a threatening voice.

    Billowing of sorts.

    Sometimes there is a tone of discomfort.

    A tone of unhappiness.

    A tone of stress.

    A tone.

    And you hear it.

    I do something at that time.

    Which in time could hurt.

    Although you may feel it.

    What does it take for a sense of peace to work.

    I would have sung a tune in front of you.

    If you were musical.

    Enough for you to receive.

    The truth being you hate it when I sing.

    Which is hard for people to believe.

    You pile with people who feel the same.

    Not asking for more and more.

    Hoping that when you silence my voice.

    It will even up the score.

    I gave into these problems.

    And issues you have.

    Knowing that if you loved my voice.

    Just like Young Jeezy

    You would’ve wanted to go half.

    Half on whatever it took,

    To make me into a whole

    Lying to yourself

    So Santa brings you coal.

    In terms of regret

    Of which you should not feel

    There were secrets between us

    That’s only being real

    XOXO, El’Aundra

    Disclosure: Writing is a form of art to me. Poetry in a sense. And sometimes a more definitive type in itself. That being said, I am a huge fan of Miguel Ruiz’s principle “Don’t take anything personal.” These writings are something I have enveloped myself in since a child. Words have been a part of my life since a child. And as I got older, I appreciated my craft for what it was without giving too much attention to negative scrutiny.

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    Leave That Girl


    I love landscaping. Always an inspiration…

    Leave that girl that leaves you empty.

    Come here to be with me.

    Lay here connecting the dots.

    Reading all of my intoxicating energy.

    Take me home with you my chocolate love.

    Passing signs on the route to your house.

    Make me a spiked hot cocoa in a campers’ mug.

    I promise I’m humble, you don’t have to take me out.

    I want to stay here with you forever.

    I promise I won’t want to leave.

    I want you to give me more children.

    Marry me and bring me to my knees.

    Understand I like to work dear love.

    I do not want to lay around.

    I won’t have you dealing with my madness.

    However crazy it may eventually sound.

    I need an everlasting love in my life.

    Arms around my sweet-smelling neck.

    Holding me and giving me comfort.

    Whenever I feel so very unbearably upset.

    Long arduous days, dark silent nights.

    And intimate rose scented afternoons.

    The longing I have in my heart to love you.

    Could envelop more than just rooms.

    It could captivate hearts and make them swell.

    Feeling the Nigerian rhythm in my body.

    Giving me ginger no doubt you know as well.

    The way you sway has me walking like a zombie.

    Music grabs the element.

    The atmospheric melody.

    Taken into a cosmic dreamland.

    Shall you walk with me?

    I want to take you on a journey.

    I want to be the one.

    To bear you kings a queens.

    Because I know you will never desert me.

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    A note to any teen

    I’m watching the movie ‘When love kills’ and I have learned so much in life and resonated with a hard life. I encourage you to watch. The trickle effect of secrets and lies is hard. He begins selling her things. She begins to treat other people bad and hurts them. It’s such a sad story. I would love to have a glass of wine and sit and have a chat with you while I watch it. Coming soon in a series. Just watch it for now. Emotional movie.

    As many of us know, growing up being a teen or raising one can be so rewarding. It’s little times like this where I love being able to relish in the love family can give when you are navigating the world. I am so thankful that throughout the abuse I have encountered with my past; that I always had a family member to count on that would be supportive to me.

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    Thank You For Opening Me Up

    *Note: This is a fantasy. About a man I have never been with.

    I say this over and over to myself all the time. “Open Up.” What if there is a man out there that wants to share a night like this with me. But it’s normal. It’s everyday life for us because we feel like we were made for each other. And we were.

    At the time of so many responsibilities in my life, overly conscious about things I might have been dealing with at the time. Overly conscious of the person I was with. Thank you for conversing with me and talking to me about how beautiful you think I am. I noticed how you would watch me get up in the morning, put my makeup on, get dressed for work; and just enjoy the morning with coffee and DMB in the air. You know how I like my mornings to start. You know what I am running from. A past, that in retrospect was dimmed slightly because of my lack of motivation in a particular area and not zoning in on what it was that truly makes me happy. This is one of the things that does. So put this on your list. Draining the water from the tub, I walk into the room and look out the windows that line the bedroom walls. 6 of them. And they all face the field behind the house. And it’s such a beautiful view of the mountains and the snow. I walk in front of you and derobe.

    “You are so beautiful. Sing to me while you dance for me.”

    And I do. I pressed play on some Eric Benet and made sure you were even more in love than you were 5 minutes ago. The look on your face was everything in that moment and then some. As you sat there with your robe open. Necklace hanging on your chest, velvet slippers on, and satin robe; I saw a man I have grown to love so much. And I felt like I saw the twinkle and felt it at the same time in my eyes. That’s how dependent on you telling me how you truly feel, I have become.

    “Come take a shot of Whiskey or Tequila baby girl, I want to see you slam this better than your man’s favorite drink; The Alabama Slammer.”

    Smiling at you with so much more in my heart and soul, I walk crawl to you on the floor.

    “What…”

    I smirked. Kept proceeding to you. Your baby face leading the way…

    You pick me up off the floor, and we are both laughing so hard because I know what you’re about to do. Throwing me on the Lovesac. This big tan massive cushion of love in the corner built for at least 5 people just swallowed me whole.

    “I’m impressed with your strength dear sir.” I say to you.

    “I know you are madame, shall I have this dance?”

    Always silly in fact to the point of gut wrenching humor, we were and very much are. It was mesmerizing the smell of your neck. Our feet moving left to right across the bedroom floor. That unbelievably good smelling Prada cologne that I had bought you for Valentine’s Day. Somewhat of a form in my brain; to buy you cologne on Valentines Day.

    “He may remember me more if I buy him a cologne on Valentine’s Day.”

    As I did. I would buy you a cologne everyday if I could. And if I could have men texting me all the time for one thing, I would love it to be cologne advice. The very infatuation with perfumeries and scents in general has always been something you admired.

    “La la la la la la la la la I love you.” you sing

    I bust out laughing and scream I love you too.

    “Scream again and you get spanked.” you tell me

    “Turn around, and lay down, I want to give you a massage please oh pretty please.” The face to match with crossed eyes.

    “Always.” you say as you laugh.

    This very intense thought of how stressed out I might have been about opening up to you about something that has been on my mind for quite sometime. In no way bothering. Bothering would mean it’s negative. I know I am not perfect, and sit with things in my head 45 times before I say them sometimes and then sometimes it’s too late. As I start to rub your shoulders I think about how I was so close to giving up completely before you decided you wanted to give me a chance. To which I explained it’s not a chance for us to give. That’s the universe. It’s a chance for you to have, from the universe. Even if but for yourself. Without a doubt we all do things to one another that affords us the opportunity to give someone a chance; but I believe we already have/had a chance. And I continue to put that energy into our relationship. I think the other form of thinking is dwelling; and I don’t want to make you feel like anything because of your past. The same respect given to me, I would have not had a safe soft place to land when I needed one. I needed to work at this as much as you just to get here. Humming a song while I massage your lower back.

    “Sit on my back a little lower baby, get the middle of my back. This conditioning is kicking my ass.”

    I oblige. I am thankful for your positivity as a man and belief in me. It seems in life sometimes as people we get to certain points and all we want is someone to come a little closer to us; but not understanding the walk they take to get to us. I am grateful for your path, I just don’t know how to say this.

    “You remember how my friend Jackie and her husband?

    “Yes.”

    “I need to sit and have a chat with her tomorrow, do you mind keeping her husband company while we talk?”

    I am sure it won’t be a problem. I just hadn’t had the chance to talk to Jackie. She needed to be more involved in my life as far as my own day to day struggles and she and her husband have been such a positive, honest, loyal energy in our lives; that I have so much I could use her help on. And my boyfriend is great friends with her husband.

    I was consistently talking to Jackie and it’s great to finally have a friend that is less about complaints, and more about solutions and the power of solving. Problem solved. All the way around. I remember so many of our meetings ended in positivity because of healthy communication and I like the way her husband treats you as a man.

    I cross my eyes and bend my head down staring into his eyes, with the silliest face; I ask:

    “In this evanescent love of ours can we go higher?” Knowing you know what I meant, you asked…

    “To answer your question love, yes, we can go higher. But to go deeper, why did you feel that way to begin with? What made you feel like that? That’s beautiful. We all get along very well together.”

    “Yes! We do!! That’s why I am was so excited to ask. I haven’t necessarily brought it up, but I know it’s an easy conversation to have as females.”

    “We already talked about it, as men. And are in love with the idea.”

    “Good. I know it will happen. I saw the look she gave me and she drank me all the way in.”

    The look was a look of love on his face. It was a commanding effort to capture these moments in time. I was starting to talk about it earlier in front of the mirror, so very nervous while he was in the shower. No sooner than a few seconds into my speech with the hairbrush he said something that made me feel wonderful.

    “If I promised that I would stay with you, like a Notebook; would you open up to me for the rest of your life like one too? I know you may be worried about me going somewhere else, falling in love with someone else, or even becoming someone else; but what if I told you I have never promised someone that I wasn’t going to leave them?”

    Stunned, I stood there.

    Intentions, motive, effort (and the amount thereof), and all inhibitions were pointed in the direction of your end goal being to win and captivate my love. You did.

    “Note to self” is what I say walking into the kitchen. You had fallen asleep and I capture the emotion that you have after reading this. And in all absolute truth; parts of it were written with idealism. And truth (click the link) is a theological argument in some aspects, while the level of pain you could incur from someone can/is measured on a scale.

    Your never-ending faith in the fact that there was always something more on the horizon for us is what made me feel comfortable talking to you. I relished in that. The comfort reminding me much of silk.

    “Let’s make dinner plans, cook, and sit down with a notebook in front of the fire and plan a wonderful surprise evening for them, shall we?”

    “Yes love, we shall.”

    XOXO, El’Aundra

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    The Very Peace You Seek

    Crazy to see the audacity.

    To disrespect your desire.

    To have involvement.

    In your child’s life unaffected.

    And not want one part of intimacy.

    With anyone else.

    Until you have wholesome attributes.

    Of peace.

    Because of that very ability.

    To turn and flip angles.

    Disturbs the very peace you seek.

    To have.

    It’s that fear.

    Of letting guards down.

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    Let me tell you

    Can I tell you how beautiful I already am. How beautiful I want to be. Can I also tell you what I’m running from? I’m running from a world that’s evil. That world was my past.

    I always felt beauty. I always relished in my way to captivate an audience. To take people by storm and win. That’s the goal. But the right way. The demonic tense always told me that the demon was at me from where I was coming from. It was someone close to me. So I started thinking that I’m losing this person. He would tell me that my mother is evil. And I was like what do you mean. My mother is passed away and my mom is alive. And I didn’t support the connotation. I knew me as feeling a confident woman. A beautiful woman. A concept of comfortable sorts. As I didn’t want him portraying me as something different. He broke me baby. So hard. And they’re more but I can’t tell you. What I can tell you is this.

    I sat down on the couch. He had texted me asking me to come over to his condo. He was not the demonic presence. But something felt uncomfortable about being there. He said something about having a million dollar idea. And I was confused at the time. But I was thinking to myself I’m worth so much more than what my circumstances are. And so I went to sleep that night in his bed. And he was so disrespectful with his mannerisms. I’m sleeping next to you and you hit me in the head with your arm half asleep over my head like three times. I have to inch closer to the edge of the bed. I didn’t understand this. He just wanted me to please him. Didn’t want to please me the way I wanted to be please. Only using me for what he needed at the time. It was awful. I set my alarm for my Uber for early in the morning. I had to walk to work. I was working a job cleaning apartments. And as I walked around I thought what million dollar idea is he talking about? Because when I asked him he said nothing about it. Ignored my question.

    So then I thought about my current circumstance. I thought about everything I was going through. I was going to work at a job where I was cleaning apartments. I had just left a relationship where a man desires me to literally be something I am not. Someone I am not. He wants me to be filmed all the time but not in the sense of what I am comfortable with… consenting and being paid. So therefore I thought to myself I wonder if he would ever try to tape me going through what I’m going through…

    Then I thought to myself I wonder if this would be a good million-dollar idea for someone who hates me… make one of the most beautiful talented women I know look broke. Make fun of her being broke. And then I just went I work. I went to work on myself. And when I saw Luther Vandross on Instagram with his weight loss I was enamored. I had lost 150 pounds. And I don’t remember being congratulated and appreciated for so much in life. Like if you found money on the ground, if because you know I’m broke and want to monetize my social media; why would you offer 1/3 of what you found? I was offended. So I said no. I’ll manifest my own money. I don’t want it. You found $60 and want to give me $20. That’s not good enough so I’ll manifest my own. You found it. Keep it yourself. A man appreciates what he’s greatly sacrificed for. I am sacrificing quite a lot to come onto these social media sites with everything I have had to hold in for years. I can’t wait for more and more love around me.

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    Evil Motives

    And if you’re never going.

    To be as honest as me.

    The woman you’re standing.

    In front of.

    Isn’t worth marrying.

    I told you how honest I was.

    And you didn’t respect it.

    So,as a man.

    Raising children.

    You’re telling me you want.

    To live your life with a dishonest woman?

    I get turned on by how good I am.

    I don’t need to whisper how evil I am

    Because I’m not being evil

    So,in fact if what turns you on.

    Are evil motives.

    No wonder why.

    I would rather be celibate.

    And stay tight.

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    You cannot

    You can’t make someone do anything.

    I can’t make someone tell me the truth.

    I can only ask for it.

    I can’t blame someone.

    For what’s happened to me in life.

    There’s not enough mistakes in life.

    To equate to the emptiness and loneliness.

    You feel for a lifetime when you’re ignored.

    Shamed.

    Ridiculed.

    If God told me that I needed to pay.

    And my pastor told me.

    To come forward with my trauma.

    I’m trying to figure out why deny someone.

    The very truth that sets them free?

    Because you want to keep me bounded.

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    508: The Writer’s Curve

    It was the absence of love in the first place.

    A lie that you told me there was no race.

    No race for your heart.

    No race for your soul.

    Walking around lost.

    Nobody that I deemed my whole.

    All I wanted was a family to fall in love with.

    A place for me to call home.

    I give win to the abstract.

    A lean to the depth.

    And so under that bush across from Upstate Farms,

    On the ground May 2023 I wept.

    I wept for being lonely & pregnant.

    With a man who didn’t want me.

    I wept for being broken.

    By those who didn’t call me.

    Didn’t call me love.

    Didn’t call me peace.

    Didn’t call me angel face.

    Feeling like I was beneath.

    I couldn’t find my footing.

    So I lost my ground.

    And I sat there waiting for so long.

    A love never found.

    I laid on the ground.

    Wishing I had someone to call.

    Wishing there was a love.

    For in which I would fall.

    Desperate for deliverance.

    For someone to answer at all.

    So I gave up to the wind.

    This was my doing.

    My head against the wall.

    Fate wins.

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    He sat next to her

    He sat next to her.

    Thinking that because she’s been through this trauma.

    In life.

    She might not really be able to open up.

    To him.

    And he was fine with her opening her heart.

    When she could.

    Never bothering her.

    To let him know everything.

    And she didn’t.

    She didn’t tell him the times.

    She couldn’t fight,

    She didn’t tell him.

    About her childhood.

    He didn’t ask.

    And so she sat there.

    Staring at the screen.

    Thinking.

    “I’ve been through assaults.”

    “I just don’t want to tell him.”

    “He said it would ruin his image of me.”

    “I’ve never had help.”

    But the woman that he was referring to.

    Had been through counseling as a child.

    12 years.

    He was shaming other women.

    But didn’t want to shame her.

    Because she initially lied.

    He was so inflamed with anger.

    He went to his phone.

    To text a friend.

    She stops him.

    And tells him the truth.

    But she also tells him.

    That there’s nothing to be afraid of.

    She’s here for a lesson.

    There was never a reason.

    To treat a child like that.

    And I got help when I was younger.

    Because I used to cry.

    All the time.

    At home and at the school.

    As children, she told him.

    “There were so many people.”

    “That didn’t forgive themselves.”

    That “They kept doing things to hurt other people.”

    And “In order to get rid of the hurt she had to tell the truth.”

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    I Lost You Poem

    You have no idea how I feel about you

    I walk the streets and smell you in the air

    You live here. You were born here.

    The trees here smelled you before I did.

    And they carry your scent.

    I cannot breathe 1440 minutes.

    Without thinking of you. Wanting you.

    But I am sharing you. I’ve never had you to myself.

    Oh but I’ve wanted to. So badly in fact.

    Older than an artifact we are.

    But you don’t even know me when.

    We aren’t in the same car.

    I loved from near. I loved by far.

    I loved by hotel. I loved by home.

    I loved by car. I loved by park.

    I loved in the street. I loved in the bar.

    Do you not remember?

    Have things changed? Who cut the trees down.

    I can’t smell you now. I lost you.

    So I cleansed myself. Angrily, I hid as I do.

    In how I felt. How I feel. How I will always feel.

    And I took it out on you.

    Because I want you.

    We are adults now.

    And this is not your fault.

    We got caught.

    We got lost.

    In blurred lines.

    In a decade of time.

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    I Believe

    I believe in the power of transparency. I truly do. In every facet of my life, I like to be as transparent as possible to forge a connection that resonates. I am all about resonating with someone. I want to know everything about you. It fascinates me. I am enamored. But just as I want to know everything about someone; I want them to know everything about me. I know me best and I am getting to know more ABOUT ME. But one thing that will never change is that I know my relationships must be authentic. I cannot function in a masked state. I will not. I do not function well as a girlfriend, mother, employee, confidante, colleague, acquaintance or anything else if I do not feel like I am open, transparent and myself with or around you. If I don’t have that feeling, you don’t have me. You create that feeling for me by not only allowing me to be open with you but being open to receiving all of me. Otherwise, I won’t be able to be anything for you. I do not need to be open to secure your opinion. it doesn’t matter unless I have determined otherwise. I have been in relationships and connections that failed for different reasons; in some, they knew everything about me and those were the healthiest and best ones. Whereas the others didn’t know everything about me and the relationships were toxic and eventually failed. I am deeper than any shallow man can ever imagine. My heart is bigger than any heartless person can covet. I think of myself as being so beautifully humble that a harmful narcissistic person would only try and bring me down. I know who I am and where I stand with myself. So not everyone can be on board with how I am. And that’s fine. I truly wish you the best. If compromise isn’t your cup of tea I can’t be bothered. I don’t shut things and people out of my life that are able and interested in seeing me for who I am; as well as interested in growing together. But I will know if you’re not in it for me. By how you treat me, talk to me, talk about me; etc. And if I tell you that you’re hurting me, if you continue it’s up to me to allow it or leave. And it’s up to you to look at yourself and continue as if nothing is the matter or change and compromise.

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    Lingering

    Little nuances of stains.

    In a shift in mindset.

    Created the intention.

    And I hadn’t made up my mind yet.

    I thought we had taken a path.

    In the direction of solidarity.

    And that our connection didn’t seem,

    like the ones you see so popular now.

    But need clarity.

    Not us though.

    We were so low key.

    You needed to see I.D.

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    The Let Down Poem

    I wish I could say I knew what to tell my daughter.

    When she asks what real love is.

    Mommy doesn’t know.

    She’s never really had it.

    But inside I know I would feel the pain.

    In my chest.

    Having to think of all the heartbreak.

    Naive scenarios, strange dates, failed relationships etc.

    And to think the carousel’s still turning.

    Love will come at the next stop.

    I keep telling myself.

    I tell her “Love is everywhere.”

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    They Take, Take, Take

    They take.

    They take from me and never leave.

    Anything for anyone else.

    They strip me of every emotion.

    I find compelling.

    They take my dignity.

    And compare me to less,

    They have fun at my expense.

    Head down.

    I walked to the car.

    I laughed because I couldn’t believe I was here again.

    I looked up at the sky.

    There was a sign there somewhere.

    Was there?

    I always say this is my type.

    And I should just stay away.

    I always bend over backwards for people,

    Who don’t even know what a tightrope is.

    I’m the one who gives a further relationship.

    Because of the nurturing quality,

    I walk the line,

    I put in the time.

    Now I sit here with nothing.

    I got into my car and threw my purse at the passenger door.

    In a fit of rage.

    No dignity.

    No memories.

    No faith.

    No strength.

    No belief in anything.

    Other than the truth.

    The truth that I couldn’t realize.

    Key in the ignition.

    I’m leaving.

    Why have I never been with a man like me.

    Someone who would pick up and jump in their car.

    At the drop of a dime.

    Rub my feet when I worked 16 hours.

    Doesn’t mind what I cook.

    Makes effort to get to know me.

    Beneath the surface.

    Who supports me.

    I’m not talking financially.

    My dress was so pretty.

    I felt like I really looked nice.

    He seemed so nice when we talked on the phone.

    Great conversation.

    But his problem is not for me to figure out.

    Fuck it.

    I punched the steering wheel.

    This one felt real.

    It felt like there was something to build on.

    I don’t want to go to bed alone.

    Reverse…maneuver…drive.

    Too bad I’m not running his hands over.

    They were all over my body.

    Telling me a different message.

    Rubbing my back before the pain started.

    It was such a sharp pain.

    Driving down the road I realized I was hurt.

    Blood was on my dress.

    Fuck.

    Son of a bitch, this hurt.

    I pulled over and got out of the car.

    The grass was wet.

    That much I knew.

    Kind of felt like a cooling mask on my skin.

    Lights were everywhere.

    People were around.

    That sharp pain.

    Hold still ma’am.

    You were stabbed.

    The men…

    They always stab me.

    My back is full of scars.

    I laid back on the stretcher…

    More lights.

    I turn to the side.

    Tears form.

    At least I am alive this time.

    Eyes closed.

  • Heartbreak Poems,  Love Poems,  Poems

    The Nook

    Broken from the way you loved

    Feigning for real love…not like…

    But strike…me with your truth.

    Hide me in this booth…

    Called your nook.

    From which I took.

    A break that had such depth.

    Such depth from which I was kept…

    Captivated by that space.

    This special place.

    Where your arm meets your side.

    And the hair growing in this region is a sign of pride.

    Oh how I…long for a longer time.

    But got you now, let your love be like wine.

    Let me drink you sweet.

    The temptation of moving I shall keep, keep, keep.

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