Kissing Juveniles

Kissing behind sacred walls

Memories of bathroom stalls

Low lit halls and partially done showers

We frequented these escapades when we were young 

Sneaking kisses, back rubs, sharing secrets in the dark

Hiding our well lit love in pure sight 

We were a force to be reckoned

Equally jaded, yet thirsting for one another 

Juvenile love...

Holding hands in back seats 

Kissing under the moon

We've met so many times in darkness 

That our hands had night vision 

Seamlessly paving the way around each other's waists

We kept it PG 

Discussed marriage and possibilities

While causing cracks in our foundation 

Allowing outsiders to dictate the rules we should follow 

Letting them play tug-a-war with our arms

We fought to stay together 

But emotionally never won

I was too consumed of what seemed too good to be true

And you, too afraid to admit your pain

So we fell apart as quickly as we fell together 

Tempest

I search within myself
For an explanation
How could this happen?
I had plans

I let one distraction
Alter my dreams
You came in
Disguised like all the others

Dressed in red
My rose colored glasses saw green
I took one step
And before I knew it
I'd stepped into darkness

Sipped down spirits
Trying to disappear from my discomfort
Lost my balance
And I fell

The room grew still
Darkness hovered over me
I stayed in a clouded state
It was then when your horns appeared
I couldn't speak

My voice muted and I saw you
Laughing
Crying inside while I felt
my body break

It wasn't until
I submerged in water
The cloud left me
The daze raised
And I felt the pain
That I realized that I was broken
Not only on my body
But my spirit

I wept alone
Forever have I been scarred
Never to fully heal
I'll always be reminded
Of that night I let you in

11 • 7

On the edge again
Feeling more overwhelmed than usual
What I knew to be true
Has no truth anymore
Words have lost value
And my beliefs are now being tested
Why is the truth so hard to receive?
Words on top of words on top of words mean nothing
If even one's heart is hiding from emotion
Fears play & toy with the psyche
Inviting in insecurities & resentment
To think, longevity must come with ease, must be some twisted lie we once believed
To last, to put real effort forth, comes with a price to be paid
Sacrifices for a life with a future
Now that this is known...
The question is, where is my home?
Safe place
Where am I? Where should I reside?
Where's my truth?
The truth in which I'm being loved for every flaw just as much as every perfection I own
Where's my home?
The one I call my own, knowing that even when I part from it, it's mine.