Daydreams

Daydreaming about your lips

Devouring mine

Hands pressed on my hips

Your scent, divine…

My body jolts,

I am awake

The thunderbolts

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.

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Why I Write

They ask me where I find

Such painful rhymes.

 

I tell them they are born

On the nights when

I am walking home

My soul barren

And I see a car

That looks like yours

And my heart

Bursts out of my core.

I rush to my door,

Terrified but thrilled;

This is the paranoia

You helped build.

It is on those nights

When I sense you

In the shower

Your embrace on my body

And I tremor

Trying to erase the memory.

It is when the first image I see

When I wake up alone on Sunday morning

Is the picture you got me

of the beach, and behind it a forewarning

of what was to come.

It was a quote

That you wrote:

About how we only live once

But if we do this right,

once would suffice.

But what is the point of living

With that idea in my mind

When all my surroundings

Are remnants you left behind?

 

They ask me why I write,

It’s hard for me to explain.

Words are weapons,

They help me fight:

True strength only comes from pain.

 

 

 

Why I hate taking the Bus

Someone on the bus today

Smelled like you.

That fragrance

Initiated

A state

Of cognitive dissonance.

I was at once

Turned on

And nauseated.

The sensation

I used to associate

With exultation

Now created

Exasperation.

Smell is the most ancient

Human faculty.

How I wish

I could eradicate

Your scent

From my memory.

Hurricane

Your memory still binds me to my sheets

It has me by the heart

The sensation trickles down to my feet.

Even as I drift away to sleep

Reminiscence admits no defeat.

But a storm has begun

brewing inside my eyes,

A hurricane in disguise

awaiting the perfect moment

to annihilate the very

thought of you from my thighs.

Yours, I am not, never again will be

Our ship is sinking into the sea

I need not your arms to salvage me;

The taste of death will set me free.