It felt strange
The first time
I became aware

I just happened to
Walk up
The stairs and the wind
Blew.

I really didn't feel
Anything
Nothing, really
its just as if
you were stealing
chocolate and you feel
As if someone knew.

No words for it.
Yes, i know it's
An understatement.

It's them again.
I catch them glancing
Too often, too long
And Waiting
For something
To turn up.

- 01/21/16

Years now I still collect the shells of the bullets
from the gun you used to fire directly at my heart.
Wearing them around my neck,
- a reminder of how I have survived all
the breaking.

Sometimes I stop and ask myself,
was the poetry worth
the pain
in the end?

Is this what love does , make
society reject us in a country
like ours ? Does it make our
bodies float over the waves
till our limbs tangle up and
we settle on abandoned
islands and rock ?

Does it have the power to
bring out the humanity in
us despite the beasts we
have underneath our
skin ?

Does it wash you clean
from your darkest sins ?

I'm not really sure about
what love does anymore.
But what I'm sure of is that
we won't need the society
or our families by our side.

We'll just need you and me
for an eternity most
probably* ~