Untitled #18 - Distance

How can it be that the very thing which created us
Would be the very thing to tear us apart?

Distance.

Such a strong word whose strength is never known
Till it is lying next to you on the bed
Which you wish now that you'd never known.

Distance.

A reminder of the trains that come and go,
Stations and stations but there is always
A start and an end.

Distance.

It was fond when we were not together all the time.
When it is hard to get something, this person,
It makes it such a sweet, strong word.

You never realise the malice it carries
Till it becomes your bedfellow,
Till your partner becomes it in every way,
And even you, you diffuse at his touch and spread,
In every way, all away from him.

Distance.

The child we gave birth to unknowingly.
The one we let live while the others starved.
Where are all the little things?
How do you I get you back?
I'm so scared of this distance that I cannot measure
In millimeters or light years,
All I know is I can't reach you.
Give me love.

Distance.

I've become a broken record playing a fake Ed Sheeran.

Give a little time to me or burn this out,
I'm tired of this hide and seek,
There is no turning it around,
But all I want
Is the taste of your lips on mine,
My my, my my, my...
Oh give me love.

Untitled #17 - Drunken shame

Love,
Let me strip that one article of color from me,
You will see all gray and never question me -
The color choices or my state of mind,
My feelings of wanting to lash out
And wanting to be confined;

Can you ever lock me away in a room?
Where I'm helpless and nothing,
Just your tool?
Your toy to use and only be used,
A being knowing nothing
But your pleasure well due ;

Or could you throw yourself at my mercy?
Where I'll exploit you to my will,
I'll hurt you like it hurts me,
My memories and my will,
I'll show you how pain can't be pleasure
But is pleasure all the same -

And you'll forever submit to me,
Be my slave.
Because only in this drunken state
Do we know no shame.

Untitled #16 - morning

I'm sorry if this is creepy
But you look adorable when you're sleeping,
And maybe I'm being stalker-y
But you have a mole on your nose
That looks like a pimple needing popping,
And you have such long, dark lashes
And your eyebrows are so shapely,
But it sets off my OCD cause one hair is curly
Yet I don't want to disturb your sleeping face
So I let the curly brow be,
Then you have such a tiny nose and ears
But your face is so HUGE,
So are your shoulders (ooh la la)
Hence they're such good pillows
Though they're kinda hairy like your face,
Your beard gives me an OCD too
I keep feeling like scratching it
But I don't want to disturb your sleeping face,
Especially not when you're twitching in your sleep
And your lips are in half smiles
They look (and are) so kissable -
Kiss me good morning, boo.

(A dedication)