i wrote your name only to see that your not around, i wrote your name in memories of who you are, the angels and heaven we call them by name and dance with all our might untill the next following night

your always on my mind no matter where you are,i hear your voice and those little whispers so loud as can be, i know your not here in general on his earth, as your above the heavens with your angels guiding you with all your might. i can no longer walk with you hand in hand but watching the butterflys with a tear in your eyes seem to be impossible to erase you from my mind.as each one of stand alone in a time of need and only wishing you were there.

Fighting

I’m struggling with the night
Can you help me get it right
Does the moon hang to the left
Or did we put it on the tight rope
That leads to heaven
It’s only eleven
You want to come in for coffee
Or maybe plea
For a kiss
Some taste of temptations bliss
Some sizzle in the evening
Some raging hormone eager to sing
Of caramel skin and perfume
What about my lips do you like them to
Do you always look that way at every woman you meet
Am I some treat
You thought you bought with a sweet word today
Don’t sway like that with me in your arms
You’re disarming my thoughts
Making my heart tremble so
What time is it
I think I lost my control around midnight
Now I’m screaming your name and I feel so right
Now I’m struggling with my heart
Cause you took it tonight.

After Thoughts as I Watched an Ex Walk Away

Did I want him?
Did I need him,
As I watched him go
Or was it the memories
That had been gorging on my soul?
Was it the way he used to kiss me
In the middle of the night,
Was it the way he use to touch me
That caused every inch of me to tremble in delight,
Was it the way he used to speak to me
That made me cum to the sound of his voice,
Was it the way he used to call me everyday just to play,
Was it the way he used to dare me to touch him with a single look,
Was it the way he used to taste on my hot tongue,
Was it the way he smelled like pure fresh hot man,
Was it the way he used to kiss me battling my mouth and wits,
Was it the way he used to come on strong and stayed that way all night long,
Was it the way he used to take me again and again,
Was it the way he used to hold me and I would fall asleep in his arms?
I had been wondering for so long,
Yes, I know it was all of those things but also I remembered something else,
What was it that tore us a part,
Was it the way he didn’t believe in loving me like a real man should,
By thinking of my physical health as much as my overall well being,
Was it the way he threatened me even though he said he was playing,
Was it the way he got drunk and nearly killed us both,
Was it the way he threatened me he would go to someone else,
Was it the way he cheated on me with three other women,
Was it the way he cheapened our lovemaking bye leaving the room when it was done,
Was it the way he tried to play me for the fool when I knew what was going on,
Was it the way he used me like a sex toy or was it for the quickies
Was it the way he said he loved me but never truly meant it,
Was it the fake ring he bought me for our engagement?
Or maybe it was the used stuffed animals he bought me,
Was it the way he abandoned me when I needed him the most,
Was it the way he lied to me just like he did when were kids?
Was it the way he talked big **** all the time but never pulled through,
Was it the way he kept the truth from me about how he felt and so I had to guess?
Was it the way he always left me with doubts no matter what he did?
Yes, I’m sure it was one of those things, yes, one of those things that tore us apart,
No, I don’t feel so bad anymore when he walked away, I waved goodbye
And here I stayed, firm in my heart and firm where I stood,
No, I’ll NEVER take him back.

The sun rose with its rich essence shining into my sanctuary,
I thought perhaps I would be safe here tonight,
But safety is only in numbers these days,
But when the numbers are regrets,
Things get a bit more serious,
Like lightning struck bone,
Fish on a hook, midday,
Love, tortured forever,
For Once Upon Wicked,
But why be her pet slave,
Why be his bet for the day,
Why fell the way they used to,
He makes me feel like you used to,
The way dreams crumble and dry out,
With sugar and blood, sweet-salty brine,
So catchable like an addiction to wine, hot,
Legend feels the silent hours of wills undone,
So sweeten me up, fatten the deal with the kill,
The best parts that is, where my hearts meanings,
Fall all over the floor, with heartbroken angel tears,
I was the mystery once, so long ago now lost for you,
I would sow it back together again but I have no thread,
So lend me a pain, I’ll sow it with a name, and it will end.

sensitive.