Would you rather:
look into my eyes and seek my soul?
or watch tv, read blogs, speculate sports?
...
With bricks of pain
fired hard with experience
and sealed with a mortar of tears
the wall around my heart, which was carelessly eroded
...
Even though your absence
has plunged into my chest
and tore my still-beating heart
out from my insides
...
I've been waiting for the train
the one I've been on before
to whisk into the station
and take me away. Again.
...
A lady will never complain or whine
When someone asks, reply 'just fine'
And smile sweetly, whatever it takes
Although, beneath, your heart does break
...
I don't know why
but I think it will be
different this time.
There is my age,
...
I was thinking about your face this morning.
And then,
I remembered to breathe.
...
Love is a bougainvillia.
Vivid and vibrant.
Transparent and fragile.
Glorious and prolific.
Messy and razor-sharp.
...
I so desperately want to be rid of you.
I so anxiously want us to be over.
I try to move on and start fresh.
But you're there
...
If melancholy is your muse, then
melancholy I shall find
And bring her to you, and sadness too.
Some things to keep in mind:
...
As if I am the sun
the near constant flame
to which your moth
and many moths
...
carpe diem. carpe vita.)
Would You Rather?
Would you rather:
look into my eyes and seek my soul?
or watch tv, read blogs, speculate sports?
I know it's the latter
Would you rather:
run your fingers along my flesh or do other things, just as wonderful?
or talk about parenting, think about your favorite episode, divulge in the neighborhood gossip?
Again, the latter, I know it.
Would you rather:
let me search you, seek new places of your infinite pleasure?
or roll over to sleep, roll your eyes when I speak, give up (in fact, never begin) to seek my places?
I know the answer to this one, too. From Experience.