I stopped believing in love
Until our eyes met;
From a previous life.
Right then and there, I knew
I would never meet another like you.
But I set you free
Knowing your happiness
Would never be with me.
Maybe in another existence
We will soar together in the sky
Leaving all doubt behind…
And I’ll stop looking for a love
That I will never find.
My legs wrapped around his body
His wise words hanging above my head
Bright brown eyes delving into my soul
It has been a while
Since I’ve met someone
Worth falling for…
(Somebody stop me)
I saw the universe in his eyes
but finiteness in his words.
The space between those unspoken
Enlarging the one between us.
Maybe in an an alternate reality
His actions will speak louder
and he will look deep into me
and see Forever.
Be close to your parents;
You are their extension
and their portal to another existence.
Allow them to marvel in it.
The sun kissed my skin
Its rays dispersed into my membranes;
And for a moment it shrouded my pain,
Then seeped into the clouds.
The taste of its vitamins
Its kisses failed to eliminate
Those you bestowed upon me.
that four letter
word while your hand
is wrapped around her waist.
Why I still think about your taste
I’ll never understand.
you keep saying I’m yours
but our distance tells me otherwise.
So why do I act surprised
when the excuses arrive again?
I keep trying to shut my door
knowing you’ll sneak back in.
But I’ll wake up with the sunrise
and count the spiders under my bed,
battling contradictions in my head.
You’ll contact me in the afternoon
and pretend you’ll visit very soon,
then you’ll repeat your signature phrase:
“I love you.”
But I know you don’t meant it, as always.
I have had this recurring dream
It has plagued me since fourteen.
In it, all I hear are my mother’s screams
Some things are better left unseen.
She’s begging me to look away
Trying to keep me innocent
Just for one more day,
But I can smell the scent
Of smoke, blood and gasoline
I feel like I’m in a movie scene.
I keep staring straight at the rubble
Of the building facing our own,
Hoping we’re safe in our little bubble,
Praying the jets will leave us alone.
The dream doesn’t really have an ending:
just an image of my inner child fading.
Lately, I’ve been having a different dream
Where I’m staring into a machine
at little blue thumb-ups on a screen.
There’s a video of a politician
Saying exactly what he means
The world is green, the air is clean.
He preaches love, kindness and serenity
And all of Earth’s beings enjoy prosperity.
I wake up from my hallucinations
To missiles, gun fights, executions
Humans will want what they do not need
They are but victims of their own greed.
Now that I am finally awake,
I understand what is at stake
The blue fingers point to a virtual sky
I wave to the little girl in my dream: goodbye.
Daydreaming about your lips
Hands pressed on my hips
Your scent, divine…
My body jolts,
I am awake
Of yesterday still striking me.
I want to replace every memory
Of past heartbreak
With your kiss, your smile
And how you make
The pain fade for a while.
No longer confined
To the chains that shackled me before.
You’ve freed my mind;
I don’t daydream about him anymore.