a haiku.

i wish you cared more.

a compromise never met.

you said you loved me.

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assuming.

why cant you see me?

I cant breathe.

it’s nothing.

why dont you hear me?

i’m rambling.

folly.

i can’t scale the mounting feeling of unbalance.

this is how I fall.

 

satisfaction.

I miss the weight of him.

i miss how he’d annoy me so sex would have just a dash of anger to it.

high different ways on the same substance.

a medley of music and photos lends to the cacophony that begins.

I am panting anticipation dripping out of me as quickly as he enters.

Depth surrounds us.

The edges of me begin to blur into him.

ecstasy is lingering and palpable.

His heat liquefies all my worries.

I am left to smolder as we cool.

He doesn’t know how quickly I’d prefer to be consumed.

too small. – 1 year ago.

The first time I realized New York was too small it was too late.

You saw me and I saw you and we both said nothing.

Ran off in opposite directions only to come back again.

“so I saw you last time. and you’re on instagram at afropunk feeling yourself hun?”

“oh so you’re lurking hun?”

I can see the spark in your eyes.

you changed the subject.

 

110 words 1 year ago.

Caught up in silence.

it’s quiet here, she says.

she rolls over to the scent of burning

( she’s burning  )

she half sees him

come to bed, she says.

he can feel her yearning

he pulls her up

let me take a picture he says

he had his hands on his camera

but there was fear in her eyes

with your phone, he adds

her fear protected him.

she thought it was to make her feel more comfortable

she wanted to believe that

in her heart she felt that

but.

his fingers run across each her

she slaps him distracted.

he gets that spark in his eyes that makes her weak