Her

You, my love,
have the face of an angel,
the body of a goddess,
and the heart of a poet.

And to spend this lifetime
with you
would be like nothing
for only eternity would suffice.

For you,
there is no quintessential love poem
as it could never be written –
language is too limited
in light
of your essence.

The sky weeps
at your beauty and
the earth grovels
at your feet
out of admiration
for your truth.

The stories that escape
your lips
keep this world turning.

Existence
is a figment of one’s imagination
without your divine presence.

Life
is but a nightmarish dream
lest you are not in it.

I would ask for your hand but
I know
I am not worthy
of such brilliance.

All I ask for is
a single kiss
so that I may taste
the sweetness of heaven
whilst my heart still beats.

Tell Me How You Really Feel

I love you. And you already know this.

But I refuse to beg you
to love me
for I do not need nor do I want that.

You feel guilty because I am so loving towards you,
because I treat you so well,
and you want to be able to reciprocate
by giving me what you think I want.

Yes, you can give me what you think I want,
but I don’t think you can give me what I know I want
(though part of me longs to believe you can).

What I don’t want is a half assed commitment
from someone who is not fully invested.

What I don’t want is your resentment months from now
blaming me for indirectly forcing you
into something you didn’t want in the first place.

I just want to love and be loved in return.
Plain. Simple. Pure. Genuine.
Understanding. Respect. Honesty. Loyalty. Trust. Compassion.

So please,
if loving me is going to be a burden, a chore,
something else on your to do list
between downloading software and buying protein shake powder,
then leave me be.

Because there are plenty of assholes out there
who want to fuck me
without toying with my heart.

typical

It’s that typical story of girl meets boy, girls falls for boy, and boy leaves girl with her heart no longer intact. But perhaps girl’s heart was never intact. Perhaps girl’s heart was already shattered into thousands of pieces from those who came before and girl never found the adequate adhesive to put the pieces back together. Perhaps girl never dealt with the ache and girl is so obsessive she just continues to ache and obsess over her ache and ache is just the norm. Perhaps girl has been looking for someone to save her soul when in actuality all she needs to do is look into the mirror and see her own strength. Perhaps girl needs to believe in herself, to trust and love herself, and not look to others to validate her existence. And maybe that is the real story at hand.