Ripened Desire. His love ran down my chin like juice from the pomegranate. I savoured every seed, looked up to see his ecstasy, syrupy sweet. When we locked eyes, we threw away all keys. I swear his gaze alone could bring me to my knees. A graze of my hand along the side of his neck, that was pretty much all it took to set his soul at ease. That kind of power is deadly, dangerous. When the pull is so strong that all resistance becomes weak. I would run to him now, but I’m not prepared to bleed. I only have a few more lives left in me. I’d be damned if I stay, damned if leave. So leave me right where I stand, don’t call out to me. All the memories I hold on to, where do I put them down? The bass of his voice, can I rid myself of the sound? The mischief of his smile and the furrow of his brow. Shit, I even romanticised the downward curl of his frown. The tides and currents we made. Happy to be a drop in his ocean. It’s my greatest strength and my worse vice. The way I studied him. To replay every conversation like a never ending melody. To still feel the warmth of his skin on bed sheets. Sights and Sounds, I can never forget. The Taste, Touch , Smell of someone I swore saw the human in my being. Martyrdom in the name of potential love, the only sacrifice both binding and freeing. Teach me to let it all go. Sweep it all away.
Tag: feeling
Reflections
9:37 pm. I’m alone
The call has just ended
With unresolved silence
From my side of the dial
Tone deaf and dumb
An uncertainty lingers
In the air from her
‘Goodbye, I love you, speak soon.’
Naturally I deal with these
Uncomfortable moments
Where I’m left with nothing
But self reflection and a
Dead battery the only way
I know how.
Cherry red lips
And a swivel of gloss
Stains the rim.
No drop will be left to
It’s lonesome tonight
There’s a Red Sea inside of me
Waiting to be parted
I dissolve into despondency
Inebriated therapy .
There are mistakes that I’ve made,
Risks that’s I’ve taken,
Sins I still seek atonement for,
And decisions I refuse to face
All screaming in
Harmonious discord
Why did I let it get this far?
If a sixth sense exists, and
A woman’s intuition is God
Then I have denounced both,
My own personal Judas.
Didn’t listen to my heart
Did what I was expected
Paralysed by parental pressure
When it was time to speak my truth
My backbone bent
Not strong enough to withstand
The commodity of my youth.
So they all laughed .
Laughs turned to horror
Horror turned scowls of disgust
Disgust to confusion
They must’ve thought me delirious.
When the jokes not so funny anymore,
‘Oh, she’s serious?’
Voices sink like quicksand.
People really look like places
When you’re lost.
A man can look like a home
When you think you have none .
Hollow inside
I allowed many to take up residence
Not even dead presidents
Could pay off the debts they raised
Imagine me, Almost 23.
And I thought I’d ruined my life
Thought I spoke up too late
Ran when the timing wasn’t quite right
A trail of breadcrumbs left
Still waiting on the mice
To take it all away,
Conceal my misguided steps
I was waiting for days, weeks ,
Months, a year later
And still left there standing
Still hoping to salvage my self before expiry
Eyes cast to the heavens thinking
Man, God must be tired of me.
Gave me so many exit plans
I stood dumbfounded at every door
Looking for ways out
Drawing circles on the floor
When momma hang up the phone
I didn’t know what to say anymore
Didn’t know my future
Didn’t know what I was doing
I let him change my name
Left to ruin
As if it made me any more of a woman
Signed my independence away
Blood stained calligraphy.
They say a man who finds a wife
Finds a beautiful thing,
But I wasn’t ready
So his blessing became my curse
Final chapter written in cursive
Open Endings still uncertain.
I can never really explain
Just how much it hurt,
Still I managed to claw my way
Through the dirt.
Sometimes the pain comes back to visit
Like an old time friend
Reminding me, Never. Never again.
If life was a lucid dream
I would’ve woken way sooner
Changed the narrative
Traveled the nine circles of hell
And bought back my soul
…Just 22 years old.
I’d tell her don’t slow down
It’s only just begun.
An Instant
They say if you go looking
Be prepared for what you may find.
Disclosure to Ignorance is as Sight to the Blind.
Be prepared, you may just despise what’s on the other side
Selfish curiosity turned slave to momentary pride.
Many know that melancholy can be oddly pleasurable.
Emotional extremities euphoria made immeasurable
Tethering on the edge of intrigue and it’s addictive
My curiosity finds it’s way back rather vindictive.
Disrupted hypothalamus, now how do I trust
I have a habit of prying my eyes open even when they’re not shut.
Extending myself, tearing through thresholds to see if new ones emerge.
The masochist in me says submit to every urge.
Usually I resist but in my moments of weakness
I’m left looking at the monster I’ve willed into existence
The thoughts go everywhere. Fugitives I’ll never find
Such an ugly use of an otherwise beautiful mind.
Call it brutal imagination. I still wonder why we do this.
In the ebb and flow of life
Some things remain superfluous
All I can do is wake up, make a change
See if I feel a difference
I’ve outgrown the myth of the Path of Least Resistance.
The sleep of reason doesn’t care either way,
So I soldier on in the dawn of a new day.
Thank You
If the unendurable is truly the beginning curve of joy, perhaps my salvation is just around the bend.
If the edge of sadness descends into the pit of a new dawn
Does my former self die to be reborn again ?
I’d like to shed my skin,
Reveal the vessel beneath this weathered
Flesh
As skin reveals bone
Surpassing my idea of self.
Avatars are deceiving
And many I have deceived.
Nothing here is good, nothing here is clean.
So patiently I wait to be remade again
Perhaps my salvation is just around the bend.
Doubtful Reverie
I hoped you’d take me home.
Usually I’d never be so blunt
About my expectations for fear
Of that double edged sword called
Rejection.
But hiding my intention
Has proven to benefit
All but I. See,
I can only steal so
Many glances, head on a
Swivel when you look my
Direction, before I fall off the
Edge of my seat.
Truth is a captive held
back by ivory bars
Of gritted teeth
And too much pride.
I want you.
I’ll never admit it.
Never really been one
At a loss for words but
What can I say?
You create in me double entendres.
Just a thought that
Perhaps you felt the same ,
There was a light in
Your eyes that I
Couldn’t quite gauge
Do I cast out my
Hopeful Net? Let you
Catch the bait or
Talk to your friend
Who’s enamoured by me
And just play it safe?
I wish I could go back in time.
I think I’ve said too much.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡
“In Hell, in Hell there’s Heaven.”-Solo, Frank Ocean
To fall under your possession,
Surrendering free will
And biting my tongue
In response to
Your cruel affection.
The sweetest violation
the thrill of temptation
Acted upon without the
Slightest of hesitation.
I want to worship
At the head of your altar,
Where I end is where you begin
Two entities intertwined
In sensual sin
Teetering on the edge
Of Armageddon
My gates are open
Your residence is welcome .
♡︎
My Joy and My Melancholy
January 30, 2019:
And as usual, he sits and waits for his nod of approval. The reciprocating stare that says, ‘Everything’s alright, all is forgiven. Immediate atonement to start again, all that allows him to continue as he is, never changing. To wreak havoc from the roof of his tongue again, to spew careless spillage from the wells of his mind. Destroying foundations that are already fragile, planted on shaky pillars. At the end of the day, he will always be forgiven, because to deny him that privilege would be nothing short of criminal, in the world that has been built to protect him at all costs. Finite.
And amidst all this, I love him more than I did yesterday.
Jo(h)n 16:12
Intertwined
Two wiry stems, in warm embrace
Colliding on the edge and
Tugging at the root
Equally yoked
We birth something new.
Hands graze over my shoulder
With a sculptors grace
Your fingers dance
Pirouettes across my neck
And I am afraid
To surrender
Like a flower of the mountain
Yes.
So I ask myself
Will I?
And my heart it beat
Right out of my chest.
And the blood that ran through my veins
whispered
I will
Yes.
Yellow
Somewhere, he is playing for me the world’s smallest violin
With a smirk on his face, and a laugh ready to escape from
the corners of his lips.
He laughs at me when I’m angry,
As if I am performing some pantomime
Finds amusement in my storms
The tsunamis that burst through dark brown dams
Trickling down sunken cheeks
Never concerned by the fact that I am clearly coming undone
Belittling of my emotions are a favourite past time
Trivialising my internal struggle is second nature
Because somehow, I am never allowed to be mad.
And the negation of that liberty
Has trapped me in the wallpaper.
Better Luck Next Time
I see things at the corner of my eyes
Where two roads meet.
I can’t seem to hold on
To your shadow long enough,
Savour the moments I can’t keep.
He disappears before
Lenses snap shut
Always slipping through
My pencil lead fingertips
Hands, hardened in frustration
Of lost oppurtunities
Figures of speech forgotten
In crumpled sheets
Gone all too soon.
No words will be exchanged today.