Tag: Love

I asked Jesus
 to take the pain away
  but he said
   he could only
    heal 
     corruption.

Love, no matter
 how much it hurts
  isn't corruption. 
   So, 
    I guess I gotta
     wait this shit out.
  
 

He smelled like home to a girl
 who never felt that way about anywhere.

The deep green of the forest;
 sunlit leaves,
  crushed pine needles,
   and damp, rotting logs. 

The warm, fresh earth after it rains;
  buried seeds, 
   their tender shoots, 
    and mossy crevices between stones.

And the slight spice of musk;
 a loamy buck,
  the creeping fox
   and the parched air of owl's wings.

You were a dazzling neon light
 in a seedy dive bar and, like a 
  moth, I was compelled by your fire. 

But just like every bewildered moth,
 I was consumed by the searing blaze in
  what was a sizzle of bad decisions. 
  

 Woke up to find that
  my cheek 
    fits perfectly in
     the gentle curve
      of your neck
     where you smell 
    of Mambo
   and
  hot stones.
 

 It used to be my phone
 that I carried around, 
 in hopes that you'd
 call or, 
 message,
 like or, 
 comment - 
 

 All that meaningless bullshit that we
 equate with love, affection, and respect. 


 Now, it's this little book
 and the words have not 
 stopped pouring forth;
 like lancing
 a boil, 
 all the 
 blood, and
 pus and
 pain
 are coming out. 

 I was tired.

 I wanted to crawl into bed and think of us
fingers threaded together, limbs warm 
against each other, the weight 
of your head on 
my shoulder...

 And then I remembered;

 you said you loved me but we were 
a complication (and then you 
kissed me) in a long 
list of your 
complications.
 So 
I
stayed
awake.