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[pseudomenudo]

Unloved

How to love a boy who can not love you

Not because he doesn’t want to, no

But because your wires and his are crossed

In different directions

You are manufactured to crave and give affection

To drown your lover with your attention

He is constructed with different materials

Though he can reassure you, aid you in difficult times

He can not hold you when you cry

Or tell you he loves you when he says goodbye

You dream in love, in sweet caresses

In a lovers kiss, in tender expressions

His touch is cold, his mouth is set

He will not love you, the way you’re meant

He will not love you, not now, not ever

Give up now, let him go

In your heart you already know

He is not your destined “Forever”.

You deserve so much more.

[pseudomenudo]

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart).

— I Carry Your Heart With Me, E.E Cummings

[pseudomenudo]

Beware falling in love with a writer

For you will become her muse

The pain you cause to her

She will surely use

[pseudomenudo]

I listen to the rain

Soothing as it hits my windowpane

Gentle at first, then intense all at once

I am keenly aware of every nuance

And almost as if right on cue

It makes me think of you.

[pseudomenudo]

Starved

I knew it was you

It was always you

That made me weak

With your cinnamon smile

And your sticky sweet words

Dripping down the crevices

Of my marshmallow heart

Stained with your sugar

That tantalizing glaze and

Your addicting taste

It was always you

I was crazy to think

That I could forget you

Removing you from my

Diet like a diabetic

Counting days like calories

Since we’ve last spoken

Craving you incessantly

The urge in the pit of

My stomach, unbearable

Hungrily, I search for you

Behind every door,

Every cabinet, disregarding the locks

I had placed, ripping through warning signs

Just one more bite and

I promise, this will be

The last time.

[pseudomenudo]

I have a Devil on my shoulder

He whispers in my ear

With a wide fanged grin

As his breath hits my neck

I catch the stench of sin

[pseudomenudo]

Fulfillment

I am whole.

I do not need half of another.

I, myself, am complete.

I am not in search of a missing piece.

Or someone to call my home.

I reside within myself, comfortable.

However, if you would like to join me,

As we both enjoy each other’s fullness,

And appreciate our satiated vastness,

I would not oppose.

[pseudomenudo]

Drank my lovers poison

It’s spilt over my lips

Flowing over my bare chest

Tainting the skin red

With sweet, cherry wine

Choking on devotion

As I take another sip

Of his sophisticated lies