Unrequitedly Requited II

You only fell in love with me
because I fell in love with you;
you were happier
before we became “we”.

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Love is a Dream

You don’t really see a person
until you fall in love with them.

You begin to stare into their eyes and smile foolishly while glancing through their pictures. Then you might daydream about you two kissing but I’m quite mentally sexual so maybe that part is not normal…

All Will Be Well

It’s okay if it didn’t work out,
I don’t work out either,
but I am fine,
and everything will be fine too.

The dream that you wish will come true.

Letting Go, Letting Grow III

I’m only broken away from you
but it feels like I’ve been broken into two.
I’m not finding it easy
to put myself together again.
I’m tired and sad and empty,
but you were the part of me
that did not need to grow.
You were so harmful to the rest of me;
you needed to go.

Law-ve II

Love

Love is law-ve.
It lasts longer and gives more pleasure
when you know what to and not to do.

Who are Your Friends?

If they love to cry with you,
but find it hard to laugh with you,
but laugh at you,
they aren’t your friends.

If they love to laugh with you,
but find it hard to cry with you,
or wipe your tears,
they aren’t your friends.

If they love to cry and laugh with you,
but find it hard to be neutral with you,
to calm your fears,
and are only present when
there is a sad or happy extreme,
they are not really your friends.

Self Lust

Self Love.png

michael escoffery

Suddenly, there two of me.
The second me came out of me,
as if I had painlessly birthed her.
She looked more beautiful,
and she had a penis.

Then I, me, the other me,
began to make love to me.
I had never experienced anything like it,
like the intense pleasure that I felt.
I wasn’t sure if I alive or dead;
it was all very confusing.

Don’t Sacrifice Yourself for Love

sunflowers

“Sunflowers” by Becky Joy

Don’t neglect the love of your life
for the Love of your life.
The love of your life should be
the reason you’re with him or her,
in the first place.

Make an Eclipse, or Not

Eyes

Oh, moon!
Why are you so afraid of being with the sun
now that he has asked you to?
Why are you so reluctant now,
if your left eye has been an eclipse
since the day of your birth,
and your right eye’ll remain an eclipse
till the day of your death?

I see how you linger afer work
to catch a glimpse of him,
and how he arrives earlier than usual
to catch a glimpse of you,
and how you both blush beautifully
when you see each other in the mornings.

Note: The eye is like a total eclipse. The pupil is the eclipse and the iris and “white” parts of the eye- the iris and the sclera- are the rest of the sky. Also, I was referring to sunrise in the “…linger after work” part…

On second thought, total eclipses are not beautiful or cute, except to the humans who watch below [social-media folks and outsiders], who may or may not know what the couple [the sun and moon] go through in reality. Realists know that whenever a sun and a moon come together, neither of the two is really happy; it results in a lot of dark times.

A moon will never be compatible with a sun. Opposites attract each other ’cause one would often be fascinated by the other, until one begins to take the other for granted, and the other begins to abuse their partner, verbally and emotionally. A business-oriented man who wants to climb the corporate ladder as quickly as possible falls in love with a union activist or a reclusive painter- a sun falls in love with a moon- and they expect to be happy if they commit to each other? Ummm… no. 

Even love will not keep them together.

I’ve Carried Me for Years, My Darling

In a world were most of us, eggs,
have been taken away from our innocence,
removed from the bosoms of our mothers,
placed outside our crates
and forced to harden up,
I want to remain as I am, as I was,
in this terribly hot conditions.
Why don’t you remain raw with me, my darling?

Although we’ve been terribly hurt,
I’ll roll to you,
and you’ll roll to me,
and when we do,
we’ll close our eyes and
swim in each other’s insides,
roll in each other’s albumen,
bungee jump on each other’s yolks.

Do you remember how you felt
the first time you were in love?
I beg you to let me love you.
I’m not going to hurt you;
I don’t want to.
Look into my eyes.
Can’t you tell that I terribly love you?
Why don’t you be vulnerable too?