A gush of emotions, a waterfall of feelings an unstoppable beating heart.
Quick breaths, slow breaths …
whispers and silence. Glued eyes, tired eyes.
Your kiss wants to heal me. . .
my tug is here and there. You want to lose all you are in me but i’ll watch in awe.
I’ve constantly given myself to you, drooling at every time you showed up – silenced in your approach. I’ve been in different worlds caught up in our soul.
Exasperated, you may leave and find another her.
Unapologetic, I may walk away and another he will discover me.
You entered me knowing it may leave us estranged, I entered you knowing I would be lost in the breath of my own longing – in which disappears as quick as I can disappear.
So why did I fall into your charm, into your secret.. why did I let it chase my being. Oh’ you knew the thoughts of my mind and how you can play it against my own self.
You are an intruder. I never beckoned you. . . neither did I lure you.
A subtle creature you are.
I admire your bravery in which I find that my whole inner
core is not dominated by you.
You are a player, you play as much as you want. . over-exaggerate and create such tragic stories in thought it’s hallucinating and for this
I have no care, in this I have no worries . . for in this we are not attached. You sowed nothing more than a memory in which I am not tied too.
Tears will not crawl, anger will not prevail.. but my heart is no longer your home.
It seems cruel, and vicious and unrecognizable but maybe we don’t seem to understand it in ourselves, maybe it’s too powerful that we fight for it so much.
I’m yearning for you and your aching for me in your own stillness. . then we are cold in our sheets.
This portrait is a design full of white, grey and black.. small dots of yellow and slashes of purple.
We don’t hold keys no more, we are keys.. We wonder in the wilderness, the deserts and the streets of old waiting for the echoe of Life to reveal ourselves to eachother.
Why did you bother?
Why did you notice me?
You should of never came my way.
You should of never felt my heart or looked into my eyes.
Why did you take me away knowing I would only return.
Why did you test the only part of me you knew, was my secret chambered doors, knowing at the right time.. it would be my turn.. to feel it’s smooth caress in my own being.. did you think we were alike. Did you think we were mirrors.
Black mirrors. We are nothing alike.
The art of love is an imagery projected from an outter glass, where the flow of connections beats far greater than seeing you.
You will no longer have my mind or capture my heart, and I no longer yours.
We will walk away surprised by this faze.. this place where we both know no one else will fill.
What to say but to stare at you empty, expressionless.
You tried to bite me. . . You tried to bite me.
I looked you deep in the eye and wrestled your hold.
Until the end of all.. the art of love will be my call.