I think you're not real sometimes. The way you play me so easily as if I were strings and you the guitar
as if you were the musician
and I the lyrics
alive, still breathingLike a doll in a locked room coming to life
after years of neglect and dust
years of not seeing how high
I can climb
how low I can fit in this puzzle
of yours.
I can be there for 7. I can take off
my clothes without touching myself.You can look at me that way
that sly wink on my shoulder
touching my pants as if I was already naked.I am alive again, you said.
I swear I don't know if I should flee
or let the words devour me.
I can't believe you're so wild
untamed
free of all rules
abstract like a paintingAre you ? I asked, wanting to hear more.
You have those mysterious eyes. You have no idea how much restrain I am showing to not kiss you right now.
I knew it was too soon to go upstairs.
Too soon to give myself away
my walls were erecting around me
I needed more time. Time to think
aboutthe river is in his eyes
war in his arms
poison in his walk
treasures on his skin
keys in his back pockets
size of his jeans
his big hands
blue electric blue eyes
bad boy blues
his hard tough stare
my sanity, my dignity.I'm not ready. I need more time. I can't just sleep with you. I was scared of all these emotions.
Who said anything about sleep?
Haha. I am not coming upstairs with you.
Okay. I would never force you to do anything you don't want. Ever.
And you never did, did you? You snuck your way into my heart, my body, my soul
you were
a robber
a murderer
a thief
a criminal
weren't you?
didn't you want all the parts of me
so hidden
from light
no one ever saw
but you?
didn't you want to be my soul mate?I will wait. You are worth the wait.
You wanted none of that. You wanted everything of that.
You kept me guessing, breathless, wanting.I can't wait to hold you naked.
Just by saying that you knew it was going to happen before I did.
That was your charm.
You can predict everything
I was going to doup until you couldn't anymore.
The night was not over by far.
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You can't break up with a soul mate [a love story in poetic verse]
Poetry"Meet me for a cocktail, let's talk about Plath." And so begins the cat and mouse game between Jared, the atypical bad boy, and Dalia, the woman he has set his eyes on to make her a lover. In free verse, poetic style, read their story. " you walk...