Remind me
Why I asked you to go
Why I asked you to say goodbye
Why I asked you to leave me alone
Remind me why
And why, why, why
You happily obliged
Tag breakup
Bad Obsession
Forget my previous poem
No contact sucks
I want contact
And a heart that is loved
And new flesh fantasies
And new memories
And I want contact
Right here right now
With you
No Contact
A space to heal
Allows my heart
To bleed in private
My thoughts to roam unhindered
My flesh to fantasize from afar
My memory to remember
Why I sought no contact
In the first place
dead butterflies
how long will it take?
to become whole again.
for the pain to fade.
for a heart to heal.
how long will it take?
before all hoping ends.
that we could still be.
how long will it take?
for butterflies to die
I Know
I know, I know, I know
That after my cravings have passed
That after your sweet divine kisses have faded
That after I no longer ache for you
Every single minute of every single day
That after I have no more words to write
After all this is past
I won’t want you
Anymore
shut.it.down
while you are still alive
while you still breath and live and smile
i crave you
it is over
shut it down.
Aching Thirst
I’ll crawl on my knees to get relief
A drop of water to relieve my aching thirst
I’ll walk, I’ll run, I will swim
I will meet you where you are
A touch of your flesh
Is what I need
Wasted Love
My love was wasted
With our first kiss
My love was wasted
With the very next
My love was wasted
Through all my tears
Through all your smiles
And all your charms
My love was wasted
Spent at your feet
You walked over it all –
A wasted love
Stay Away
Even if I crawl on my knees
Beg with an outstretched hand
Even if I am overcome with raging desire
Surrounded with butterflies from
My head down to my toes
Please, I plead of you
In my temptation
Overpowered –
Please!
Stay away from
Me
Ghost Butterflies
I tripped over all the butterflies fluttering within and without and as soft as they were, I wished them away, you and I are no more, and I love all that you were and all that you meant and all the passion and anticipation and touch and it is time. I wave them all, I wave all those ghost butterflies away.
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