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zoom in on you screaming
your hands beating
purple bruises on the surface
zoom out on me

zoom in to catastrophe
your arms choking
stealing cold breaths from soft lips
zoom out on me

zoom in on your apology
words flowing off your lips
thoughts that maybe you truly are sorry
zoom out on me

zoom in on your voice
whispering how much love
you had welling up on the surface
zoom out on me

zoom in on you screaming
bruises once again
growing purple
zoom out on me finally leaving
When we started dating
a therapist told me
"you shouldn't be in a new relationship right now"

Her point was valid,
I was in a rough spot
But a global pandemic happening
Wasn't my first thought

Our first date before
the whole world shut down
Confined to our homes
Changes abound

But deep down I knew
This was different.
I knew I was being conscientious
I knew this is something I wanted to do.

And here we are over a year later.

It terrifies me
That I can feel
This way
About another person.

You're a light in my life
Conscientious and kind
Accept me for who I am
And my sometimes messy mind.

I love our adventures.
You have taught me it's okay to be selfish
To do things just for me
To go outside and be active
Live more carefree
Yet you're still very driven
And respect that I am too
Always supportive
I truly love you.

Love

A scary word.
Scary to be vulnerable
In an uncertain world.

Attractive, strong, and caring.

Strange to say but true,
I wouldn't be who I am today
Without having been with you.

<3
There is an extremely
Enlivening desire to massage his monstrous chest
Rest on his **** loving biceps
Hot sweet enchantment
Driving me to taste his sizzling six-pack abs
Hands so enchanting to behold
Armpits so dope to stroke
When he smokes and sips
Mean London Dry Gin

He sends me into the deepest raptures
I cherish his tasty chocolate factory
His back of seamless steel
His ***, a storm of passion that I love
I am so thunderstruck by his vast muscles
He is an exhilarating wave of lightning
Strike me with his masculineness
Hold me like bright, stylish clothes
Feel me tremble in his proximity
for me you were a chapter
written in beautiful words
written in smiles and tears
in anger and sadness
in happiness and comforting
but I'm sure for you
I was only a line
written in a quick scribble
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
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                           He Never Met a Phor He Didn’t Like

He never met a phor he didn’t like
Where the dead are always spinning in their graves
A discarded cup looks like a war zone
And poems are unpacked instead of read

Or hyperbole ‘WAY OVER THE TOP!!!!!!!!!!!!
***! ***! ***! OH!!!!!!!!
MY LIFE HAS BEEN CHANGED FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!
NO ONE HAS EVER SUFFERED AS MUCH AS I!!!!!!!!

And freighted his lines with adverbs in rank
Until they really actually literally sank
Metaphors, hyperbole, and adverbs seldom help communicate ideas.
Asphyxiated
In the ashes of what I
Once mistook you for
The History: I was wrong and I don't know how to repair the damage I've done. Without the intent to harm, I have. Is this my nature?
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