Seeking Solace

The Streets are You. The Air is You. The Languages Dripping Off Their Tongues are You....I'd Like to Forget, Like You. I'd Like to Run Away to a Foreign Place. Away From You....I Need to Get Away. And I'd Like to Find Myself in the Arms of a Stranger. A Handsome Man Whose Name I Don't Know, Whose Wife is Staring Down at Him Making Love to Me From a Frame on His Bedside. Just Staring At Us For Hours Until He Comes and I'm Satisfied at The Knowledge of Having Satisfied Him, If Not You....I'd Imagine Myself as One of the Women You'd Bed While My Fingerprints Lay Strewn Across Your Walls.... I'd Like to Walk Down Streets with Names I Can't Pronounce and Forget That the Gods Ever Made Such Perfection When They Sketched You And Placed You Next To Me...Until You Left Me. I'd Like to Lay Between a Woman's Thighs And Taste Her Longing When She Digs Her Nails into Dirty Bed Sheets and Attempts to Muffle Her Cries Because She's Ashamed of Her Life and the Weakness Which is Him...I Want to Take Her Broken Because, I'd Imagine She Was Me and I Was You....

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His Words Inadvertently Utter "Restriction'' and His Demeanour Screams Isolation and It's Killing Me, Softly...

Wavering Love

If Ever You've Met with Chaos, You Must Have Been Well Acquainted with Her.
A Charismatic, Spontaneous Agitation, I Fell into the Unknown. I Never Intended on Attempting the Climb Out, Inevitably Reaching the Disappointment of Knowledge on Where We're Headed.

I Can See The Signs Out of My Peripherals But I Make the Conscious Decision to Blind those Spots...
She Comes and Goes, Sort of Like a Dandelion; Delicate with No Sense of Direction. Starting with Sprouting Burdens Making Her Who She Is: Those Weeds. No One Ever Acknowledges the Tainted. I Clasp Her in the Palm of My Hand and Make a Silent Wish On Her but She Starts to Drift Until Eventually I Can't Reach Her Any More and She Disappears Entirely. All That Remains is The Stem, the Beginning, Our Beginning, And I Have It.

I Wished She'd See herself as the Flower I've Found Myself Adorned in, Rather than the Weeds She Sees Herself Caught in...

"Settle Down with Me,'' I Sang Under My Breath as She Started to Leave.

Loving When it Hurts [an Excerpt]

...Her Ribs are Clawing at Her Flesh with Cries of Suffocation; Begging to be Nurtured...
Brittle Bones and the Burden of a Heart Weighing More than Her Fragile Frame can Carry...

Her Cries for Attention Fall on Deaf Ears and so the Reciprocation of Neglect on Her Body Continues...
Her Lungs Filled with the Debris of Constant Destruction: She Keeps Inhaling as Though it's a Vital Part of Her Existence, 
No Filter and All She Exhales in Return is Dysfunction...

Dysfunction Projected in Their Impaired Vision because They Cannot begin to Fathom the Script She Has Re Written for Her Life....

Do You Understand What it Means to Live for Someone?