August 2015

To The One I Love~part2

It’s not about whether I love you or not, but about how much.

My heart is set ablaze by thoughts of you. I love you to the length of counting the number of breaths until I can’t breathe because your gone. I see galaxies dance in your eyes, puffs of heart shaped air when you exhale.

My love for you is not a question. It is its extent that is as mystical as the universe, as Awe striking as the constellations. It’s depth is where the unloved jump into to escape. It’s height is the breech of the atmosphere

If you could count the stars, find my lost tear in the rain, maybe then you could peek over the wall of my love for you. My love for you feels like death, anticipated, but breath taking,life changing uncertain. And you can only understand it if you experience it.

I still hold on to you like flesh on bone. ∞Your my always and forever. I hope to be yours too




To The One I Love ~part 1

I want to be with you till my bones decay and my flesh rots. Till my lungs can no longer recognize the taste of air or my heart understand what a beat is. When I see you I want my eyes to embed so deep into their sockets that they see the core of my gut. I want to love you until my very last hair withers away. till the Stardust I am made of becomes ash. My love for you Burns so widely, so fiercely, so violently, it puts the sun to shame.
Dear love, I Wish I could offer you virgin love, untainted affection, but in the spur of my youth I tossed it bluntly to the wind,where ever it chimed. I may have loved many in my wake, but of all the planets in the galaxy I chose to inhibit yours till the end of all time. Till clocks start to drop like flies in winter.
I don’t only want to hold your hand, because life gets hard and one of us might let go. But I want to hold on to you like flesh on bone. And no matter the distance, you will always be closer to me than the very artery that brings blood to my heart.


Be Humble Like Your Mother

So lately insecure men that don’t seem to meet certain women’s standards have come up with the response “be humble like your mother personally I loathe this statement mostly because it’s petty.
If a girl wants tall, light and muscular while her father is short, dark and chubby, well let her be. Her and her mother to very different people. But insecure men decided to say ‘be humble like your mother‘.

My mother always told I could and should better than she did. She married a man driving a corolla and that was a pretty high bar in their time. So after two decades why should I marry a man with the same car? Seriously?

I do not agree to that statement. If I want to l marry someone tall,light,muscular and drives a Mercedes Benz, well I am at liberty to and if every broke,chubby,dark and short guy begs to differ oh well. His at liberty to. Especially in a time where we are fighting for ‘rights‘ I have chosen to fight for the right to set whatever standard of spouse I want.

So dear insecure men, stop telling us to be ‘humble like our mothers‘.  We are not looking to marry a version of our father’s we want something new, something different.

Don’t expect a woman to leave her father house, where she has three meals into a house where she doesn’t even know if a meal is expected. I’m not trying to be shallow or a gold digger. I’m simply speaking against the statement of making girls who want the best in their lives look shallow. I’m a helpless romantic but I also need, not want, but need a bright future for myself and whatever kids I might have.

Stand up for your dreams and ambitions. Always aim for the best in life, and also do it with LOVE

Secret Whispers

You ran your hand down the small of my back, stroked the braids in my hair. You kissed my neck and caressed my check. You held me so close I heard your heartbeat through mine. Your breath, mist on my shoulder. Our legs tangled and our hands intertwined. You showered me with lust coated with love and that’s just it. It wasn’t love. You didn’t care about the rythym of my heart but only the movement of my chest when I breath.
I could have walked away, but I wasn’t willing to give up any intimate opportunity with you. I allowed my eyes to shun your eyes my ears to only hear your breath gasp in pleasure.
My closet isn’t filled with skeletons. But with secret whispers


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