#poetrybae

I know that you came from god. Your dark brown skin shines like emeralds in the sun. Your lips come from wine, most sweet and divine. Your body through Christ is shaped like a Greek god. Your spirit is your temple and you make room for me. You extend two fingers to save me, they are that strong, and you pull me back to safety with all ten. Into your graces I go, it feels like home but without chaos. You are my quiet place, where I can hear your heart beat at a pace it hasn’t beat before. Where I can smell your smell and reminisce about the time you gave me your sweater. I know you came from god because it just doesn’t get any better.

I keep thinking on moments lost that spill into eternity

"it's almost like i'm the one who holds these memories," she said, "it feels like we have lived in two separate universes and every time i try to merge into yours, you push me out." "why does it continuously feel like you deny that i was the one who made you happy. that i was the one who brought out the childlike joy in you. that i was the one you professed your love to? why do you deny that shared happiness we had with each other? because you still feel like it wasn't supposed to be with me?" "is that it?"

"i've carved pieces of you into the sand and wrote your name across the sky for what feels like a million times. each wishing well i've passed i throw a silver dollar in hoping that it'll work this time. i've counted the stars at night and tasted each dew that has fallen from my eyes hoping you'd be the one to wipe them away. but each day has passed, each moon has become full and new over and over again, each syllable of your name has been indented in my brain, and you're still away. you're still away."

I’ve been loving those moments of silence because I can hear your name loud and clear