You think that you were hurting me,

but I promise I was letting you.


The cliffhanger


Just when you thought the chemistry was waning

and the want to kiss you was fading;

That the thought of us was too real

And that the reality of us working was unreal;

The universe turned us both upside down…

Think about it though!

24 hours in a day,

7 days a week, 

We have a choice that seems detrimental if we choose incorrectly;

And yet, we’ve chosen one another…still

31 and 26 years old to date

We both feel like time is running out and tomorrow isn’t even a consideration!

We think and rethink our choices

And then

Nights like this remind us that we are

Indeed too infinite to plan around…

The last hoorah.

Your eyes,
No hope.
A lie.
Never will
We breathe
Clean air
Because we are
By a surrounding so dirty,
By people, so dirty;
Like puppets.
You leave
8 days
Far away.
My heart will break
My air will be
Clean then.


Look up baby
Because I am watching you and not the television screen
Reading you like a book written in sign language
Playing it safe until I know that you’re ready for me
Taking notes of poetry each time you doubt the kind of love you’ve received…

The expectation of perfection only pulls me in; my kiss to your lips are laced with flavors of your past sins, I want to drive you crazy so you learn the real meaning of love without boundaries…

I do it all to watch you squirm…

Proverbial paradox

I don’t even know who you are.
After a year has passed, and multiple clashes have existed between us, the same question plagues me like a mental illness. Who are you?

I can put together vague descriptions, a puerile yet beautiful human playing reprisals as if it were a game of chess, never understanding that I had given up a long time ago, standing by idly and waiting for the light bulb to turn on above your head…surely that would be the expectation since you’re still around me begging for another chance to redeem your questionable behavior, after the initial feeling of anger I laugh at our relationships nature, we are -nowhere- near the same, our differences so drastic that I am surprised that we have even last as long as we did, our issues an epitome of lesbian stereotypes, placing ourselves in the center of a proverbial paradox- suffering in this relationship of a pseudo love to say that we have a lover, yeah I know…it confuses me too.

I thought that I wanted answers, but I don’t. I thought that…maybe a little more time would address what didn’t make sense inside of me, how chemistry could seem so promising but really it has always been me promising myself that I wouldn’t have to be alone again mentally, that the void previously filled so sporadically would soon be a distant memory, along with the many other things that have hurt me, but no…I was wrong about this one too. Now, I miss those lonely days because at least they were not angry, they weren’t questioning…every move of the person laying next to me, I didn’t care and that is a beautiful feeling, one that is misunderstood and taken lightly.

Oh well. Back to the basics, right?