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The Fruit Of Your Labor, My Troth

Your lub-dub was in overdrive,

When you embraced me on the couch

I, too, felt utterly alive,

Allaying the ache to avouch

And you kept rubbing my tummy,

Engendering a rush of warmth

As if I could handle more glee,

The fruit of your labor, my troth

#poetry #Spotify

I Can’t Believe You’re My Boyfriend

“Shut up, we’re not talking right now,”

As you proceeded to spank me,

And so we let our bodies talk

I caressed the length of your arms,

You ran your hands along my sides,

As if we could get close enough

Except I couldn’t help but voice,

The fact that you felt oh-so-good,

I never wanted it to end

And so I renewed my own vow,

For you’re my favored cup of tea,

Perpetually, I curse the clock

I’ll always be struck by your charms,

Jones for your ever-changing tides,

So long as they’re born of me, Love

I acknowledge it’s not a choice,

My chordae deems you my feel-good,

I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend

#poetry #spoken word poetry

Don Your Soccer Kicks And Run, Straight Into My Arms

“This is what I want to do,”

And so it happens

My new favorite color’s you,

Lub-dub in high gear

“This is how I want to die,”

And so you kill me

So breathtaking I could cry,

One-way to Cloud Nine

“This is how you make me feel,”

And so I’m falling

Quite innately you appeal,

I’m taken aback

“This is who I deem The One,”

And so it’s settled

Don your soccer kicks and run,

Straight into my arms

#poetry

Awaited Words Have Been Exchanged

Awaited words have been exchanged,

Confirming just how “things have changed”

“I don’t believe in fairytales,”

I’ll mitigate all of your ails

You voiced, “I see you as my girl,”

Cue butterflies amidst full twirl

Beautiful mess of my insides,

Now that in mine your heart resides

Halting harmful rumination,

Paving way for culmination

Awaited words have been exchanged,

Confirming just how “things have changed”

#poetry #Spotify

Butterflies, They’re Stuck On Somersault

He said he stopped trying to kiss me,

Because I kept presenting my cheek

Yes, for it’s what I thought he wanted,

No, he cannot say I didn’t try

To steer him in the right direction,

Alas! He often fails to recall

The things he utters, so exactly,

Pray, tell, how am I solely at fault?

Let’s put to rest these mix-ups, shall we?

For my tendineae, they grow weak

Endless “what-if’s” leave me daunted,

As he’s hands-down my ideal guy

His smile alone is mere perfection,

As if he needed to stand so tall

Or be arrayed ever-so-aptly,

Butterflies, they’re stuck on somersault

A Full Circle, Mr. Arvelo?

A full circle, Mr. Arvelo?

Here I thought you were just passing by

You won’t take at face value my “no”

Are insistent on another try

And I never did fully let go,

Of the unique way you choose to vie

Alas! I can’t take another blow,

Breathe one more exasperated sigh

So I propose we promenade slow,

That next season we dodge a goodbye

Lest you’re willing and able to sow,

All the baggage with which I now lie

(4/24/26)

Only Time Will Tell If He’s The One, Prompting Her To Into His Arms Run

A boy with abandonment issues,

And a girl with attachment issues

Met up on the first month of the year,

And before the date’s end she did fear

He wouldn’t reach out to her again,

Except he did, driving her insane

For he rarely kissed her on the lips,

Yet had no trouble grabbing her hips

Leaving her perpetually confused,

Wondering if she was being used

Only time will tell if he’s The One,

Promoting her to into his arms run

(5/13/26)

#poetry

May Your Happy Days Thanks To Me Always Persist, That Feelings You Give Me Never Cease To Exist

“Hey, hellooo??? I don’t want to be annoying or anything, but I just want to make sure that you’re ok, ok? If anything, just let me know”

“You make my days happier and i know sometimes i have an attitude that may says otherwise, but if i didn’t care about you or thought u was annoying to me i wouldn’t be this worried about you. Sometimes we just get tired because of our routine and when we are exhausted we dont even think straight. I dont wanna just leave things like this because i really care about you. So if u need some time to rest just lmk and i understand. Just dont leave me wondering whats going on.. Have a nice day ☀️”

Renewed hope permeates with every breath I take,

Another euphoric poem I anew make

Once again, catching myself deeply daydreaming,

A courtesy of your innate way of being

May your happy days thanks to me always persist,

That feelings you give me never cease to exist

#poetry

Empty You Leave My Cup

When in your presence,

My common sense, it blurs

Do you feel my absence,

As much as I feel yours?

Cue no fucking contact,

Boy, just box my shit up

Pardon my tasteless tact,

Empty you leave my cup

#poetry

Nothing Like Nausea Caused By A Nonchalant Man

Nothing like nausea caused by a nonchalant man,

Just when dozens of butterflies anew began

Fluttering all the way up into my chordae,

But I’m a game that only drunk you choose to play

So I’ve gotta stick to my goodbye no matter,

How these delusions alight my dura mater

For all you’re seeking from me is validation,

Whilst you’re held at the center of my attention

#poetry

Cuatro Meses Y Cuatro Días Después

Cuatro meses y cuatro días después,

Lo de nosotros una delicadez

Espero que en mí siempre pienses,

Le jalo a dondequiera que estés

Mereces un infinito de diez,

Ya tú sabes que labia esto no es

Cuatro meses y cuatro días después,

Lo de nosotros una delicadez

#poetry #poesia #Spotify

Bebé, I Think I’d Rather Know

The goofiest you’ve ever been,

Oh-so-charming that it’s a sin…

Was the tension in the air as,

Thick for you as it was for me?

Do I exude enough pizzazz,

Or am I not your cup of tea?

Bebé, I think I’d rather know,

Your tendineae are for show

For I’m approaching my wits’ end,

I’m steady running out of bend

Nearing the point of no return,

No matter how for you I yearn

If only you would drop your walls,

(There aren’t even any phone calls)

Pretty please make it better with,

A cherry on top that herewith

I might have all my breath stolen,

Opposed to my pharynx swollen

Just how much longer would you say,

Were it your own chordae at play?

#poetry

C’est La Vie, I’ll Just Enjoy The View

Told you I was tired enough to nap,

So you positioned us on your couch

O sweet respair! I allowed myself,

To daydream the courage to kiss you

Alas! Precisely that kind of sap,

I’m still far too abashed to avouch

For I sense your chordae’s on your shelf,

C’est la vie, I’ll just enjoy the view

#poetry

I Just Keep My Fingers Crossed For A Change Of Heart

It isn’t until I can’t keep my eyes open,

That the sun relieves the moon and they reopen

I’m simply too exuberant in your presence,

And I want to breathe in as much of your essence

Alas! When I make it back home and think of you,

Half-hearted words and actions make me oh-so-blue

It isn’t as if you weren’t forthright from the start,

I just keep my fingers crossed for a change of heart

(3/28+29/26)

#poetry

For You, I’ll Always Have A Soft Spot

Fervent flashbacks dancing in my mind,

I simply can’t help but press rewind

Greater gratification each time,

Inspiration for another rhyme

Oh-so-loved in the moment I feel,

And your kisses just sweeten the deal

Whether this leads anywhere or not,

For you, I’ll always have a soft spot

Siempre Te Tendré Un Punto Débil

Escenas retrospectivas bailan en mi mente,

Simplemente no puedo evitar presionar rebobinar

Gratificación mayor cada vez,

Inspiración para otra rima

Tan amada en el momento me siento,

Y tus besos solo endulzan el trato

Llegue esto a algún lugar o no,

Siempre te tendré un punto débil

3/28+29/26

#poetry #poesia

You’re A Self-Proclaimed Bad Texter, Yet I Got All Of These Receipts

“You make me smile,” vulnerable,

I always seem to make myself

At the cusp of ineffable,

Your laugh a drug all by itself

For you I starr, Mr. Director,

On your mind, at your side, in sheets

You’re a self-proclaimed bad texter,

Yet I got all of these receipts

#poetry #spoken word poetry

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