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

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Diwali afterthoughts

It didnt matter that the sky above us was exploding into a myriad of colors. I could not hear anything but his laugh, I could not see anything but his smile. The beautiful lights were nothing like the twinkle in his eyes. Everything was magical and mesmerizing, and like us, over too soon.

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

Parables and hymns

I want to be the sort of scripture that
you are not afraid to call good news.

Let my words be the verses that sink
through your blood stream and anchor
themselves to your pulses when
you are unsure of this world.

I don’t want you to worship the
frayed binding of my spine,
but I want to be the reason
you believe in something bigger
than the parables etched in
my skin like hymns.

#bemymuse 12, as requested by @gedthompsonpoet

What’s your poison?

Tonight, the bartender asked me “what’s your poison?”,
and I wanted to respond with your name.
But the truth is, they have yet to learn
how to bottle love, how to create a drug
that’s potent enough to mimic the intoxicating
addiction of another person’s heart,
beating in time with yours.


So I will settle for a bottle of tequila for now,
and a hangover strong enough to help me forget
selected memories, even if only for a night.

#bemymuse 10 & 11
Time as requested by @michelle_robinson_writer
Memories as requested by @saifizzm

Almost

There is nothing romantic about a love
that used to be, a love that happened,
and then ended, just like everything else
in the world. People often romanticize
tragedy, like the kiss that almost was,
the “maybe” that could have been but
will remain a “what if” forever. There
is nothing beautiful about something
that once was, but died. Ended. Failed.

#bemymuse 9, as requested by @kerflooey_