His palm meets my face,
Yet my desire is to stroke it,
The same mouth that spites me
I long to kiss.
He pushes me away,
I yearn for his embrace
The blows he dealt reduced my esteem,
But strengthened my resolve.
My resolve to change him,
To see him grow,
To see him learn,
To have him back in my arms.
They say he's no good for me,
Even my black eye tells me so,
But my heart is blinded,
Blinded to their allegations.
Can't they see what I see?
Don't they know what I want?
That He's all I want,
Even if he'd destroy me.
Too Much
This time I thought I got it
For once I thought I felt it
Then like the wind you wander away
And I'm left here alone again.
Maybe if I laughed more
Or if I worked harder
Or if I talked lesser
And understood better
You'd have left the smile on my face
And kept the warmth on my palms
While you interlocked your fingers with mine
And stared deeply into my eyes
Should I have danced swiftly?
Or messaged your mum?
Did you want me to just listen to you?
Then tell me why wasn't I enough?
Why wasn't I enough for your heart?
Oh sorry was it for your face?
Why wasn't I the hottie you dreamt of
Or did you wake up sooner?
Why wasn't I the love you desired?
Or the love you required
Wait could it be, could it be
That I was too much for you?
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UnMasked
PoetryI'd rather be in hidden sight, far away from the world and its peering eyes. For all I know and more, the very essence of life is in the moments shared, memories created, tears that flowed or the words never spoken. Sometimes I'm here today, there...
