deeper than words

there is no revenge.
one must fix oneself,
seek your own closure.
moving on,
no matter the outcome.

a man,
if you can even call him that,
who knows he is flawed,
damaged goods,
hides behind a façade
full of dishonest intentions.
selfish in his endeavors.
uses others to fulfill his needs
especially, if it means to destroy
what is not his to begin with.
only a matter of time,
before collections come
knocking at his door.
we are all on borrowed time after all.

we often fear of losing something,
without acknowledging
that we likely never really had
that something to begin with.

unspoken words
forced to be kept within,
unfortunately better than
what escapes the lips.
those words,
only have meaning when
the person receiving
is willing to listen.
can’t talk someone
into feeling for you,
what you feel for them.

a dress,
hugs your figure so tightly.
my eyes, can’t be swayed.
but you see,
it isn’t the thought of what
is underneath that excites me,
instead,
it’s the idea of our bare skin
touching one another
that invigorates my soul.
your soft skin,
mixing with my warmth.
the depths of what I feel for you.
of course,
wondering if you feel the same about me.

our innate desire
to be seen for who we really are.
conflicted,
by our fear
to be seen for who we really are.

rarely, is it about finding the “one”
but more so, about becoming the “one”
in that journey, reality will paint itself.

I dream of a future
where it’s just you and I.
walking down familiar streets,
your arm intertwined perfectly with mine,
talking about the little things
that makes us whole.
you, is all I want for the rest of my days.

you can overgeneralize
from the outside looking in.
but you can’t overgeneralize
how deep one can feel within.
we both know.
some people are medicine to the soul
and, maybe, you happen to be mine.
time will tell.

170degrees, sitting in a hot wood lined box
burning from the outside in.
sweat pouring from unknown places
the dark side coming to the surface
daring to overpower the senses.
the naked body accepting the destiny.

36degrees, a cold shower
water boiling as it touches the skin.
the dark side fighting to stay
on the surface
retreating until next time.
feeling alive in the uncomfortable.
one more minute.