Showing posts with label face. Show all posts
Showing posts with label face. Show all posts

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Re-My Love

your face? syrup & honey.
your smile so sweet I can taste the sugar.
your body on mine.
lips intertwined.
timeless.
no amount of persuading could make me leave.

I remember when all she could talk about was him.
now all I can think about is you.

you hit me like a flash flood.
not enough time for warning.
my wings not yet ready for flying.
still I fell freely into your strong arms ready for catching.
the world stopped its spin.
people watch to see us dance through a song that's never been sung.
see if our steps match up.

you are a beautiful dancer.
bodies aligned.
hands pulling.

there is not enough hours in 1999 to make enough time for you.
I swear I checked my watch five minutes ago but it's already been 2 days.


I have you on replay.
a song that is never overplayed.
a movie that you can never quite understand.
a book. that no matter how many times you read it, the words seem new.

I've never met someone so persuading.
one look and I'm in.
tell me to drop what I'm doing and I will.
your gravity stronger than a million earths.
pulling me in slowly as if the rope might snap from the tension between us.

I hit you like a tsunami.
body limp from the rush.
if you ask me I'll let you drown.
but my air has more flavor then life itself.

i don't want to be desperate.
maybe this isn't called desperate but something else.
something that makes me full.
full on conversation and sugar lips.

you make me happy.

so believe me when I say, I won't forget this.

I can't forget you.



Tuesday, September 29, 2015

MASK

masks are "essential" to life.
part of the daily human routine.
wake up, put on an I'm-the-perfect-child mask.
go to school with an I'm-cooler-than-everyone-and-don't-need-to-learn mask.
I see my best friend from second grade and somehow the I-miss-you-so-much mask comes on.

a whole closet full from no store in particular.

some hand made.  sewing in confusion with each stitch.

confusion of why masks are needed when they only make your face itch, sweat and give you an awkward tan line.


words of being yourself.

concepts of confidence.

talk shows of not letting anyone bring you down happen everyday.

but what about the masks.
I thought you said to wear them at all times.

"keep your words, hearts, and feeling in the vehicle at all time." remember?

well I'm done.

I'm tired of these masks.

I want someone to have my heart.
I want someone to feel my feelings.
I want someone to listen to my words.

So i threw them all away.

I'm showing my own face.

please show yours.