Accident-prone yet bulletproof, resilience courses through my veins. After plucking out the shrapnel from my own Hell-Bent self-destruction, all I was left with was me. Through embracing my darkness, I found the light. Here lie a sordid collection of POETRY, PROSE, AND REFLECTIONS on the traumas & triumphs along the way.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Come Undone
Yours are the only lips I long to kiss, the only hands I yearn to hold. I reach out for your embrace at night, as yours are the only arms that can console. Your eyes, my prize, are the only ones I want to get lost in. And when you first looked into my own, was where our fairy tale begins. Your heart beats fast and slow at once, always regulating my own. It whispers my name throughout the day, making me feel at home. I waited years, a month, three days for the one to come my way. I was a mere oyster before your arrival, but now I am a pearl. I searched high and low for real true beauty, but only found it once you entered my world. You are manna from above, a gift from the Heavens, as you have filled my world with love. The eighth magnificent wonder found, as you are my knight in shining armour, crowned. I cherish your wisdom, and seek out your advice. If I were granted one wish, it would be to experience you twice. The first in a lifetime full of happiness and bliss, the second spending eternity wrapped up in your kiss. Your caresses send shivers up and down my spine, the tingles send shockwaves to my brain, and make me question whether you are divine. You rock my senses on the regular like I am your guitar; you smoke me, taking me into your lungs, as if I were a cigar. I am merely one half when you are not around as you are my Mecca, my holy ground renowned. I pray our valiant efforts are not solely in vain, you are the wind beneath my wings, as I soar above the world's planes. You lift me up to higher ground, on a level that is more than profound. I will carry your baggage and massage your feet when you tire, then make you tea as we lay by the fire. I have reached Nirvana, as I have rid myself of lust for material things. You are my Madonna, as you tug at my heart's strings. I refuse to imagine a life devoid of the perfection that is you, to entertain such a ludicrous idea would even be taboo. You are the glue that holds me together, and our future is our craft. If you are ever cast away on a deserted island, my body will surely be your raft. You can sail upon me throughout the seven seas, just as long as you promise that you will not let me freeze. Our Titanic should have sank many years ago, but the love inside refuses to thaw, and keeps us afloat. I have known you for many lifetimes, we were lovers in each one. The bond we share is permanent, and will never come undone.
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