Lovers::Poets::Idiots::

I’m a poet which means I put myself in bad situations for the writing material
You are a healer abracadabra speaker
My chocolate witch doctor
I treated you like a fire extinguisher placed on my wall
With a sign that said break in case of emergency
Well I saw smoke and I broke you
And before that we were 2 broken pieces that fit together perfectly
We are also idiots
Who not only love the idea of love but love loving the people who love hurt us
We are afraid to be alone
And never single at the same time
We been waiting in each other’s waiting room waiting
For the other significant other to fuck up and mine did
Which you predicted
So here we are…. Finally
Kissing each others weakness
Bathing in each others energy
I dreamed of getting so deep inside you I pull you inside out
I can’t lie there are times that I stare at your mouth and wonder what your vulnerability tastes like
Finally
Massaging the shoulders I rested my head on sooo many times
On the night I felt soo betrayed I found new alliance in the beads if sweat dripping down the small of your back
I swear to God your breath on my neck iz what heaven feels like
I swear to God it felt like we slow danced to my neighbors wind chimes for hours
I think it’s about to rain
My palms said things to your hips that my words never did
Grinding, Foreheads touching symbolizing how like minded we are
There iz something I should be saying right now
There iz something I should have said
I didn’t
And I felt your disappointment
Every inch of you iz truth
And I’ve been fucking this lie soo long I might as well be fucking myself
I mean
I’ve been touching a lie & this lie has only been touching herself
I mean
I’m in love with this lie and this lie has only iz only in love with herself
I mean
I wish I had more hands to touch you more places at once
You opened up… my body
Just to discover ur name engraved on my rib cage
You said “Look, I’m made of you”
“Why iz it soo hard for us to live happily when ur happiness iz dancing with us to the rhythm of wind chimes?”
I think it’s about to rain
She tore me apart
You pieced me together
After that night so magic & passionate
You closed ur eyes to sleep and I went back to her
We are masochists
Two people who love pain but would never hurt each other
So when you told me you found somebody special I………………..
I can’t think of a poetic way to say that I was hatin
I hated the thought of you being with someone else
But it’s all my fault cuz I can’t leave the one I’m with
To be with you
Now it’s like a blade piercing my skin when I hear you
Talk about him
And a twist when that loud awkward silence says we can’t be friends
I’m still in love with pain
Waiting on lady that would leave me
At the drop of a dime to change
I’m a poet that’s puts myself in bad situations for the writing material
Moral of the story if you have something special hold on to it
Moral of the story if you have something special don’t send it to the arms of someone else
Moral of the story lovers, poets and idiots are synonyms