he spoke with edges
grooves that pleased
had knees
that set an easethe round was divine
the slopes
his greed
voice in the evehow he covered the walls
creaked in disguise
hid with the night
yet slept beside
holding his pillow
a little too tight
He wasn’t my boyfriend, but he was something. Someone who made a positive impact on my life regardless of the negative. He changed my perspective for the better and made me who I am in this very second. I appreciate, cherish, and thank him for it; and I will for this life and into any life that may come.
you were you
a man with shades
darkness that consumed
with hands that loved
but fingers that dealt
instead of feelings
that felt
I knew I’d be troubled, but who knew awhile meant forever?
As he stood in the darkness, his eyes glistened and that’s when I knew my light found its traction.
Sometimes he does talk back, but sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he’s not there; and from time to time I believe this was all nothing but imaginary.
We just were and I just was. We lived in a moment and danced until darkness caressed our words. It was a chapter, a story, a lovely memory forever cherished in my memories.
They say if the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve, but if he can’t see me and I can’t see him, why does that hurt me?
