Surreal

Please forgive me
when I see you again
if I treat you like a stranger
my heart is so used to missing you
that touching you this close again
just feels so surreal,
it almost feels criminal .

#bemymuse 27, as requested by @surrealspectre.

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Long distance

Sometimes,
I try to convince myself
that the distance between us is
not as great as it seems.
That we are just 2 souls
suspended in orbit,
frozen in time.

#bemymuse 26, as requested by @holly_hopewell.

Trust me, I will try

Believe me when I say I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep. Every time I think of telling you I want you for your bad days and your good, I flinch back into myself, saying nothing. I am so afraid of finding out I’m not strong enough to hold the both of us.

But trust me when I say I love you.

And that means I will try anyway.


#bemymuse 25, as requested by @cynthiapadillajd

Simply just complicated

I’ve met too many men who loved
my surface but feared my depth.
I’m a crazy, chaotic maelstrom of
laughter and warmth, happiness and
nostalgia. I’m a hurricane of feelings
and words, twisted and entwined in
one sweep of existence. I’ve accepted
my soul’s truth and complexity
and I won’t apologize for it.

#bemymuse 22 23 24
Acceptance as requested by 
@lipstickandmiracles
Soul as requested by 
@whitepurplezainu
Truth ad requested by 
@sepinfinity

Sweet destruction

There is something about our sweet destruction
that is so irresistible to the senses. Day by day,
I am becoming accustomed to the crashing,
the breaking, the wild, spinning-madly-out-of-control
bliss as our language. I look forward to waking up
with you coffee ground into my spine, as my body
melts in your hands like heroin on spoon,
attempting to spell addiction in my pulse.

Catching up on #bemymuse
Irresistible – as requested by 
@rbeezie12
Bliss – as requested by 
@shgrace7
Spin – as requested by 
@parchedllama

Numb

I don’t remember you tasting like anything
other than last night’s alcohol, yesterday’s
could be’s, and this morning’s regrets.
I remember you like my wine glass,
more than half full of air and broken
promises. Although my body still
aches of places you called home,
this only happened because it was
too dark for me to tell the difference
between concrete and collarbone.

Don’t get too numb that you can’t tell the difference.
#bemymuse 20 & 21
Broken – as requested by 
@juliawollentz,
Broken promises – as requested by 
@pirah.farooqui.

The beast in me

I am more lioness than girl.
I am more snarl than smile.
I am not the silent type purring
sighs into your chest. The way
that I will scream your name
is more roar than moan, as my
nails claw the flesh of your
backbone. I am the insatiable
beast of the night and morn.

Save for the moments between
sunset and darkness, when your
fingertips find the curve of my
waist, and you pull my raging
form tight against our heaving
breaths and heartstrings.

#bemymuse 13 & 14
Beast as requested by 
@filmyfijian
You as requested by 
@08_mcm_80