#ajpoetry

[ambrosialeemorganja]

I wrote “relief: falling asleep after reconciliation” after our first fight as a tetrad.

it is hard being vulnerable, it is hard to have difficult conversations, it is hard to overcome negative emotions like jealousy

but it is so worth it polyamory is so worth it

my heart is so full💕

[ambrosialeemorganja]

all of a sudden

I feel an overwhelming sense of urgency

to pause

to drift

to float away

to sink into pitch-black nothingness

into the outstretched arms of mother darkness

as she enshrouds my existence

obscuring it into the shadows of the universe

until I am whole again

“hush now baby

don’t say a word

be still as the echos of relief

pulse through the veins of your vessel

as you leave the pain of the past behind you”

- relief: falling asleep after reconciliation

[ambrosialeemorganja]

we lurch forward

wheels chugging

hauling our weight to the top

machinery that creeks and groans

metal against metal and

hearts beating, awakened, anticipating

you look back

you lose your rose-tinted glasses

and the vertigo kicks in

as you watch them fall

down, down, down

as you go up, up, and up

“did I make a mistake?”

no turning back now...

time chugs forward

just like the wheels, chugging and chugging

and you’re still only halfway to the top

and there’s nothing you can do to stop

unless you sabotage the ride

and make it crash...

or bail and jump out entirely...

one hasty decision, made rashly

made flashily, made nastily

and for all the wrong reasons

“keep your arms and legs

inside the vehicle at all times”

so you keep on chugging

and your heart speeds up

it pumps more blood by the second

as you approach the almighty hump

the climax, the show

here we are now

just let go

because the show must go on

(entertain us)

ride these highs

down to those lows

and back again

because you’ve earned this ride

so enjoy and stretch those arms out wide

the screams will be blocked out

by the adrenaline coursing through your body

and the erasure of all your doubts

the suspense

it is all over

you’re here...

now get dressed

- a journey: saying “yes” to saying “I do”

[jakisnook]

Where Do We Meet?

Where do we meet since we’re not meeting?

How long do we have to be away?

At least the winds will tell you.

My thoughts and my despair. 

How do we meet since it’s quite impossible?

For we have chosen different paths.

Away from each other’s arms.

Away from each other’s touch. 

[justkeeponswimminn]

Blue and lifeless is my mind. What appears when my stats are checked? a straight line. - mental anguish is deadly

[justkeeponswimminn]

The way a faucet leaks reminds me of how you lie, It's almost beautiful. The slow trickle of words, the pleasant way you recite them. When I go to take a drink your words are venom, No longer as pure as they once sounded. -A bitter taste from my bathroom sink.