The Worst.

It was in the shivers, the tingles that started at my neck and ran up and down my spine;

your touch left me weak in the knees, my body electrified.

My heart was on fire, I never knew desire like this.

You could do the least and send my spirit soaring, it is so effortless.

Our hands intertwined as we shared all our secrets,

and made one another promise we would always keep it.

We discussed philosophy, talked about fashion, and science,

until we gave in to temptation, and decided to try it.

I lead and you follow, chase me around in circles,

bite my lip, never let go; come into my world.

I could never resist you, I don’t ever wanna give you up,

I’d be right next to you and still never feel close enough.

The love between us was flowing, the passion always escalating,

all you had to do was lick your lips and I was scintillated. 

The vibe was always right, our connection was ethereal.

Your kiss tasted better than Cinnamon Toast Crunch, my favourite cereal.

I’d make you put on my cutest sweater, just so I could undress you;

shower you in my fragrance, nothing is more sensual.

My fingers wrote you love letters in your hair,

then trickled down your back, you had me gasping for air.

Breathlessly I would whisper sweet nothings in your ear,

then give you that look so you knew I wanted to take it there.

My butterflies were fluttering, bursting with joy inside of me;

we were as meant to be as covalent bonds in chemistry.

I don’t know much about algebra but I know one plus one equals two,

it doesn’t matter if we win or lose it all, I want you, and only you.

Our bodies collided until sweat was dripping between us like waterfalls,

crash into me until we are one--baby, make me whole again, fill me up with your love.

I start convulsing, I feel my toes go numb
you get me lightheaded, fireworks fill the air every time we are done.  

I hold you closer, stealing your warmth and energy,

feel my heart racing, you really got the best of me.

Is it the worst thing that I only want you in the worst way?

That’s just how it’s been, ever since our very first date.

Your skin against my own, is like no pleasure I have ever known.

All it took was one simple look and I was hooked, I knew that I was home.

Endgame.

With my head no longer being held underwater by your ghost,

I greedily fill my lungs with oxygen,

now that I know what it feels like again to breathe.

Held hostage for too long by love that refused to stay afloat.

Shipwrecked heart of mine lay at the bottom of the sea,

barely beating, broken by the change you brought about in me.

Buried, like the treasure that we could’ve been,

I wash my hands clean of this failed experiment.

Tsunamis nor earthquakes could bring us ashore.

Lost to time, forevermore.

Until we resurface as a myth,

for no one would believe a love like ours could exist.

I woke up this morning and wrote your name in the sand.

I've done that on every beach I've been on since I met you,

but I'm never going to do it again.

I'm ready to move on.

This beach will be the last to know your name.

Written carefully so each grain of sand would know our pain.

My memories of you wash away with the rise and fall of the tide.

As waves crash into us one last time,

I say goodbye.

Some Unholy War.

Each holy man there is, is convinced he's better than the next,

as his right hand tightly clasps prayer beads, whilst he judges others with his left.

Piety the reason that he wakes up every day,

just to forget that only God can judge, even if someone is gay.

Whether devoted to the gospel or in submission to the Muslim holy book,

many of these zealots cannot be told apart from crooks.

Their lies are so often inspired by an agenda that remains hidden

amongst claims they will be forgiven for each slip, no matter how forbidden.

 

Living in the future, they are consumed with the afterlife,

but it is so convenient to forget the rules every time they take another wife.

These hypocrites misinterpret ancient words however they see fit,

when the truth holds no advantage from which they could somehow profit.

Wars have been fought over less than a few acres of land,

both sides convinced the blood was spilled as part of their God's plan.

Self-righteousness surrounds us, humanity has ceased to exist,

replaced by laws made by hateful pastors and religious nuts like Kim Davis or ISIS.

Who can say that religion has done less harm than good,

when it can be held responsible for divided neighbourhoods?

When practiced with humility, it can be a beautiful thing;

praised for the prosperity it brings, and turned to for guidance in times of suffering.

But more often than not, Ten Commandments are ignored whenever we commit seven deadly sins,

we are so conscious of all our imperfections but ignorant of our blessings.

False prophets preaching in the streets take advantage of our desperation for something to believe in;

the confidence with which they spread their ignorance is rarely seen as deceiving.

Mankind will only survive this state of emergency if we unlearn all that we know,

once we accept that religion hinders us more than it helps us grow.

There is nothing wrong with having a little faith,

if it inspires love and does not advocate messages filled with hate.

God has no religion.  There is no more need for these unholy wars,

let us not be so insecure that any offense is one worth fighting for.

Muslim, Christian, Hindu, or Jew; there will always be power in numbers,

lest we forget that before our dogma divided us, we lived together as sisters and brothers.