Warm & Genuine
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The only way she speaks.
You cannot eat the meal
You cannot chew words; You want to spit them out
The throat runs dry because of the waters falling
There are no butterflies but crows picking out your guts
When you say you are being abused,
They never believe you;
The punch was made because you were wrong
It was normal to commit mistakes after all
After the first blow, you will endure it
It is because of anger
You will believe it
Until you see how people live
Where words are not harmful,
Where love is delicate
Your cries are the result of sadness
Thus, they gladly acknowledge it
Living should not felt like war
You should not fight for survival on your own skin
Your tongue is not tied
You should not think of running away
I hope you are protected,
The scars are healed
Because you remind me of someone
You remind me of myself
Sex is fun
Tension lurking in the air
Can I wet your lips?
Maybe touch you down there?
They say when you love someone,
you reconnect with your bodies
then your soul,
then a liability
The fruit of love
Only way to prove you love her
Is to tie her down with a child
Sex is fun
But love will only exist in between thighs
When you understand the consequences
As an unplanned child
Such reckless sex, oh
But at least they love each other, right?
Love will feed our hungry stomach;
Love will build a house for us;
Love will pay the bills;
Love will plan our future
If it is the kind of love they insist
And they blame sex for the liabilities
Then which one is at fault?
Is it love? or is it sex?
It is your fault
You have choices;
So fuck you
Have you known about dead stars?
They are stars that shine the brightest at night sky. But behind the blinding light is the unhidden fact that they are all dead- all due past their time. They are supposed to be blackholes yet they continue to emit light. Perhaps to remind us that the brightest things in our life aren't here to stay with us for the longest time.
But our love, I want it to be the sun. A star that is there to warm each other's mortal body that lingers like a kiss on our skin. Our love is the sun. I know for a fact, that it won't stay forever. Just like any star, it is bound to be a dead star but for now, it will continue to burn that sometimes it may hurt. But Love will stay. I want our love to stay in this lifetime, or in the next lifetime, or in the lifetime after that. I know it will falter but not when we both know that our love exists in the touch of our skin, or as we hold hands, the look in our eyes, or having a meal together, calling on our phones with the softest voice because my mama might hear me, or standing next to each other, telling me to grab your arm whenever your hands are full, or whenever we make plans for the future, or by just merely knowing the love we have to each other. It sits there and watch us grow.
Our love is like the sun that will burn the longest among any other love we bound to meet in this lifetime.
Earth revolves around the sun,
Humans revolve around love-
In this lifetime, I want to experience Love that is you.
Today, I've learned that home is where your soul sits in like the aroma in a coffee shop. It is where your heart remains calm and overflow with emotions that words aren't enough to describe. It is where your whole being embraces the genuine love- the one that you never thought you would find in this lifetime. I'm used to define love and home as a superficial thing, they exist like worthless words on my tongue that never reach my soul. I'm used to being alone. People say that I'm the strongest person they have known but with you I crumble. It's still a wonder for me that a person like you exist in this lifetime and I can call you home. I was never been home in my whole life. I'm so grateful that I have found you.