I wish I knew how
to handle this
These thoughts are
climbing through my
mind. Trying to
break through & be
set free to cause
I say a silent prayer
to God to not let
these things be.
I’m not this person
I can’t be…
I cry out in anguish
as wave after wave
of my thoughts cause
visions to appear before
I thrash &writhe
on the bed as the visions
keep a stronghold on
“God, please help me!” I scream
Suddenly, there is a stillness
in the room.
Peace envelopes my aching soul
and the visions disappear.
the dark thoughts leave me.
I hear a faint whisper “You’re
my child, and this shall not be. Sleep
my child. I won’t be far away.”
Serenity envelopes my heart
as my eyelids lower, I thank God
for giving me peace at last.
What happens when Mr. Right isn’t exactly Mr. Right?
What happens when he’s not all you thought he would be?
Do you give up?
Throw in the towel? Or just work with what you have?
Do you go in search of someone else that can meet your expectations?
What if he just pretends that he’s all you want him to be?
Then one day you wake up and see that you really do not know him
just what he wanted you to see.
Then you go back after Mr. Almost Right but it’s too late because
he’s got his Mrs. Right.
So was it really worth it to go searching for something that you
already had but just didn’t really recognize it because you were too
focused on what he didn’t have?
Your lips touch mine
and I find it hard to breathe.
I suck in a lungful of air but it does nothing
to tame my desire for you.
You drink from my mouth greedily
and I hold on tightly
Hoping that this fire between us
doesn’t consume me.
I love how your passion
embraces me. Like a tidal
wave, it knocks me over
and floods every part of me.
Oh, let me count the ways of your gentle
strokes across my skin and your tender
caresses on my body. I’m slowly drowning
in a sea of ecstasy…No need to save me.
I will happily drown as long as you
are right here next to me.
Looking into your eyes
I feel you see right
through my FACADE
of bitterness and loneliness.
You dig deep to the innermost
parts of ME
To the woman who
begs to be loved
I long to show you
the real ME but I’m afraid.
Afraid you will disappoint ME.
Afraid you will make ME regret
opening my heart to you.
My whole being desires to be YOURS,
To be filled with every part of you.
But how can I let YOU in, when my mind
is at war with my heart?
How can I let you love ME,
when I’m afraid you’ll shatter ME?
Then who will be there to pick up the pieces of ME….