Go ahead, just do it,
I've had a knife in my heart before,
The initial stab is the worst part,
And it doesn't hurt too long,
...
I can feel it, taste it, smell it.
Tunisia, the Mediterranean, the Sahara.
I wince as I close my eyes
And transport myself back
...
Separation from you cured nothing
From 12,000 miles you still controlled
The rate of my breath and the beats of my heart.
The days that had passed were 745
...
You know me.
You know me better
Than almost anyone
Maybe everyone,
...
An hour gained is nothing
When it’s all been said
It’s your last day here
And my last day here with you.
...
My super power is control over my emotions.
Love hard, than shut it down until the next round.
You might be my kryptonite if didn't know better
If I wasn't able to turn and leave my feelings somewhere
...
I am guilty
Of underrating comfortable in life
I always chased excitement
And my next adrenaline high,
...
Now what?
For so long, I have conveniently left
Any feelings I caught,
On your porch when I leave.
...
I began to write poetry around the age of 12. I have gone through significant lulls in my work, but have somehow managed to write over 300 pieces chronicling my life and loves. I have always found it easier to let my feelings flow out through a pen or my fingers than to verbalize them. Some of my favorite poets are e.e. cummings, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, Oriah and of course Maya Angelou.)
Oh, Oh Yes..And No.
I feel
So exposed
I missed you
The moment I left
Oh no.
Oh no,
What am I doing?
Oh no,
What am I feeling?
Oh no,
I am not going to
Analyze.
Yes,
I will take it
For what it is
And not
Try to label
or
Speculate.
I will allow
Myself to fall
But
Maybe just
Gradually.
I will just be
Be in the moment
Be in your arms,
Look into your eyes.
Oh yes.
But I still miss you.
Oh, no.