is there a secret to falling in love
or is being in lust with you
so much easier on the heart
that i should refrain
from letting my mind tell me
to stop and just go for the ride
and fall and drown,
and like a magic trick,
appear unbruised,
like new?
she found herself
in opposition to her heart
who wanted only him
and no one else
even as her mind rebelled
and said, please take care,
for if all he wants
is sex now,
what else is next?
submission, surrender,
and so much more…
hush, she said,
for he is my cure.
Note from Liz: So ends the Poem-a-Day challenge I gave myself for March 2021. I hope you enjoyed them!
oh, dear heart, don’t be a traitor
for i need you to be strong
the next time he comes around
but only until he says the words
that always disarm me
and it won’t take long
before he leaves me
breathless,
unravelled,
undone.
tell me again why i love you
for your voice has turned
into venom in my veins,
pulling me away from things that matter,
each word you utter now a chain
binding me to uncertainty,
my own voice drowned.
so tell me again why i love you.
tell me before i shut down.
no more questioning.
no more doubts.
believe me when i say
that you are the one for me,
or do i need to shout it out
just so you’ll know
how much you mean to me,
for you are my sun,
my moon, my stars
and right next to you
is where i yearn to be
through hell or high water,
near or far.
don’t ruin the moment. this questioning
has got to stop for what we have
is unlike anything we’ve experienced before,
passion, devotion, even love from a simple spark.
a smile, a look, a whisper
was all it took for you to claim me.
a kiss, a touch, a whimper
are all i need to know you’re mine to keep.
allow me to steal
your attention from all the others
with a story or two from my tongue,
spoken in a language designed
to send your heart racing
and your inhibitions,
every single one of them,
undone.
there’s nothing sexier
than the honesty you bring
to the table as to what you can give me
and what you cannot, or where
the boundaries between us lie
so nothing we do is an afterthought.
for what we have is the raw deal.
although complicated,
what we have is real.
i searched for you in my heart today
but i couldn’t find you anywhere
wasn’t that what you promised me
that i’d always find you there?
was it all a lie then
those promises that you made
spoken to ease my fears and loneliness
all this time, was it all a game?
did you lose control? is that what happened
when things got too much?
was that when you decided to leave –
when the tide became too rough?
did you have enough of the games we played
the ones that left us both drowning
in the lies that we told each other,
all the while constantly seeking
for more than we could ever give
more than what we had deep inside
is that why i can’t find you in my heart anymore?
the day you left, was that when our love finally died?
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