Almine.

We think we procrastinate but the cosmos unfold with immaculate timing. We are always on time.

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Merry Christmas

I sit alone, hookah and my phone.
But I can’t call you,
Tell you that I miss you
Because I’m supposed to be mad at you.
It’s supposed to be over.
And you are now gone.

Great. -_-

Love is a sadist, it is.
I feel murdered inside. Feel like I’ve lost something, with no real prize for my time.
It all makes sense, what I was running from.
This.
Feeling right here.
Is what I’ve been trying to avoid all along.

Merry Christmas to me.

Response

I keep playing the scene in my head.
From where it was all fun and games until the moment they sat and said “your girlfriend French kissed her friend!”. I didn’t want to believe it, because you said you loved me, but quickly came to reality when I told myself that your love was never about me, it was always all about you. I keep jumping back and forth from heart break to acceptance, parts of me want to curse you for betraying me, other parts want to ask why? When ive been nothing but supportive of you, that is the part that hurts the most, thinking about the moments when I tried so hard to be close to you, and all I got was drunken rampages that usually ended with you not remembering anything. I’m sure you’ve convinced yourself that you are the victim…again, can tell that by your poems and reactions, no sorry towards me, just blocking me from your life like I didn’t mean shit to you. You’re probably convinced all of your friends that I’ve had a negative impact on your life, whatever makes you feel better. Just know that despite it all, I’ll move along, with shame on my mind for the love in my heart, myself too..going back to…

UNNATURAL INTENTIONS/DIABLA

What comes naturally to us is never forgotten, and it is when we try to remind ourselves to feel is when we are lying to the truest nature of our intentions. Small gestures speak volumes, because they validate what words say, and back up what one feels.

Diabla, is what she named me.
Put me to shame, kiss me.
Right here I will remain stuck,
where everyone can see me.
What a fool you have made me, and everybody knows..
I reach a hand to keep her, but in the wind she blows.

No More Love Poems.

Funny how we always end up here.

I fight the feeling to write about you, another sappy poem

about this love and lusting..nope. Not until

I check out your stuff and make sure that you are

writing about me too.

you’re not.

I’m always right, because I already knew that

and it isn’t right, but who am I..right? Just the

next name on your list of perpetrators, I suppose

that you are waiting for me to hurt you too, except my

hurt would consist of not accepting you while you drag

me down with you, my stability is always shaky now, but why?

who cares, though–because your easily concocted answer will

always be “well I didn’t ask you to”. True.

what the fuck am I doing?

I’m scratching my head in confusion,

is it my mind I’m losing?

My optimism escaping me.

I love you.

Do you even want me to?

maybe this is what Karma couldn’t wait to show me

My old chicks voices in my head saying

“one day Kymmie, your games will leave you lonely.”

Exactly where I am headed now, and that’s okay but my

heart won’t let me go in peace.

My questions wake me up at night, hoping that maybe you’d

give me some sort of recognition, maybe something saying

“You know I wouldn’t want to lose this.”

but that will never happen, because you’re too busy writing about your exes

checking your text messages

complaining about the date and time we had a conversation

On instragram straight flexin’ (lol)

Damn, girl, you are giving me no choice but to keep stepping

and trust me, that’d be something to lose..

Pornatry #2

Be careful what you whisper
into my ear.
The sky is swallowing us both now,
and we will never come back down
once we come,
if it were up to me.
Let me capture you, just one time
and into your mind I will wander
until I escape your body
when you climax, a surrender from your feelings,
which what was once so very scantily clad…
 naked up until the place of your thighs,
equivalent to the state of your mental embodiment;
Will turn empty into pyre.
I will fulfill you the way lovers do
the way no other can do…