I was most productive and creative while you walked next to me on my journey. You were that whisper that inspired me, the dream that haunted me. You were the determination that kept me going. And when you decided it was best for us to be apart, you became the essence of every poem I ever wrote. Your memory is fading and your voice is silent. My misery is less tormenting and my emotions less pronounced. Your soul is not entwined with mine anymore. Gone is my productive and creative streak.
Not a finger – I need the hand
Not the hand – I need the arm.
Not a country – I need the world
Not the world – I need the stars.
Not a minute – I need an hour
Not an hour – I need the day.
Everything – give me everything before I lose my mind.
Not a sentence – I need an paragraph
Not an paragraph – I need a book.
Not a whisper – I need a scream
Not a scream – I need a song.
Not a like – I need love
Not love – I need care.
Everything – give me everything before I lose my mind.
It looks as if I am falling, but I am flying. Don’t catch me. Don’t cage me. I am flying free.
It looks as if I am buried, but I am planted. Don’t dig me out. I need this darkness to grow.
And when I am pushing Daisies from down under,
Look down on me with a smile and a memory.
And when I am pushing Daisies from the ground
Miss me ’cause I am not watching them grow with you.
Maybe if I fall asleep I don’t need to wake up again
Maybe if I don’t wake up again, this nightmare stops
Maybe if this nightmare stops, the torture ends too.
Maybe. Maybe not.
Another sleepless night
And I wonder
Can you hear me in your thoughts
Can you see me in your dreams
Can you taste me on your tongue
Can you feel me on your skin
Can you smell me on your sheets
Do you wonder
During another sleepless night?
I read your sensual words. I can’t deny the affect they have. The slight blush and the heat that wanders from my core to my center. I press my knees together. Blissful, tormenting heat.
I hear your voice. You called. And I hear the affect I have on you too. You sound breathless and your voice is higher. More heat spreads inside me. Blissful, tormenting heat. And it is your doing.
Your voice utters more words. My body reacts. You know it does. And as I follow your orders and give my own, I giggle. Yes, I giggle. Because you know the right words and the way they affect me. Goose flesh spreads all over my skin.
Wandering hands. Rustling sheets. Hushed voices on the phone, and heated skins. Words. Demanding. Sweet. Begging. More. And you know how to pleasure me.
The magic words. The ones that never disappoint. The order comes. I hear it and imagine your ragged breath against my ear. Your hands on me. Those words. Just two. Deeply affecting me. *** *****
Fire in my veins. Devouring pleasure. Trembling. Pulsating. Inside. Outside. And still your voice in me. Urging me on. Can’t stop now. The tension that once lived inside is soaking my fingers. Your words released me.
I can’t move. I can’t think. There are no words. Silence. Your silence is just as affecting as your words. Your erratic breath tells me everything I need to know. I affect you too.
For a moment, the world ceases to exist. Just you. Me. Our breaths. Our silence. Shared words that don’t need to be said. Subsiding heat. Fading tension. A chuckle. Two more words. And the call ends.
Our happy sails.
You are at the top
of my list.
were not ready
Imploded – exploded.
Too many lefts
That were never right
Too much of us
And the light shone too bright.
Now that we are gone
We are existing again
Now that we are apart
We can grow again
Now that this page is written
Our story is complete
Now that our hearts beat out of tune
We need to write new songs.
If I fall
I will rise
If I feel buried
I am actually planted
If I am in the dark
I am facing the light
I am your star
In broad daylight
I am your sun
If I am asleep
You are awake in my dreams
When I am cold
You are my heat.
Fallen angel –
We were caught.
Please don’t touch the sore spots on my soul. I will bleed you out of my system and I am not ready yet.
My heart has to be able to beat without you to set my soul free
But my soul is holding on to your memory
My memories pretend to be in tune with yours
But we are out of tune. You and me.
Travelling next to each other in different directions
If we walk long enough, we will meet again
I’d walk over mountain and swim through the seas
To find my way into your heart
And let it beat again for me.
Draw me in an ocean
Draw me in the sand
Draw me in the seas
Draw me on the land.
Draw me on the clouds
And push the sky away.
Draw me under your skin
In this special magic way.
Draw me in your music
And draw me on your sheets
Draw me in your mind
Draw me when we are in heat.
Draw my silhouette
Draw my soul
Draw my flaws
And draw what makes me whole.
Draw me in my sleep
Draw me on my knees
Draw a picture of me on your heart;
For I am your most precious piece of art.
Shadows on my soul
Push the clouds away
Show me the light
And I will find my way
If you look at me, please see me. If you see me for the person that I am, please love me.
If you listen to me, please hear me. If you hear my words, please understand them.
If you want me, don’t hold back. If you don’t hold back, I will be all yours.
This is actually no fiction. This is all me in my most vulnerable state. I am afraid to be invisible, invaluable, used…
A breeze in her hair
A thought in her dream
An undescribable feeling
As if her soul is touched from within.
The night is painted with colours
The rain washed over her and dried.
And as the sun warms her skin
She feels his presence as
A breeze in her hair.
A breeze in the cold night’s air.
For dim minds
The mute screaming at the deaf
The blind leading the blind
And in this chaos we are expected to stay sane.