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Jay Sep 2013
I fell in love with a wicked woman.
Her eyes smoldered black, and her heart burned twice as hot.
I showed her compassion and she showed me the door.
Her hair an inferno, her words scalded the skin.
A searing touch and  boiling smile, she dragged me down to ashes.
When the wind carried me away, I saw her charred soul,
and I let her burn alone.
Jay Sep 2013
It's not because she's beautiful.
It's not because she's spectacular or a marvel.
It's not her wit or charm.
It's her simple way of being.
I don't need any other reason to love her than the simple fact that I do.
Jay Sep 2013
I was in love with the moment, nothing more than that
It was one of those moments where time seemed to stop as you just melted into it
I fell in love
Hearing her softly across the line as she hummed
Hearing the sounds of rustling as she moved
It was nice to know that in the world: somebody was there
There was nothing more to it
I just laid there in the dark wanting to say so much
Wanting to say how much I was in love
Wanting to say how much I cared and how nice it was
It was fantastic and calm and silent and incredible
It was nothing more than a simple conversation on the phone in the middle of the night about practically nothing
But it was so much more
It filled my soul with something that I didn't know was missing
She was there- a living breathing love, friend, and comfort

I wish I could say things when they mattered
I wish I could articulate exactly the way I felt
All I can say is it was something magic and simple

— The End —