Posts tagged Spoken Word
Before This Gets Out of Hand

Let's leave it here with no consequences or repercussions, no lengthy explanations, no drawn out discussions. Why here? Why now? Stop asking so many questions. Where to? What next? There's still too much room here for guessing. This here isn't a game that we're playing. Each time I try to leave, you give me reasons for staying. Stop holding my hand, don't caress my face. We've had this talk already. Please stay in your place. Why is it so hard to let go and run free? Why can't you do this with another and just let me be? Too much raw emotion, this is way too intense. I've put up my barrier, but you're scaling the fence. What's making you try so hard? You barely even know me. You whisper sweet somethings and say its hard to tell, and you'd rather show me.

Before this gets out of hand

Let's stop and think about the process. Before we go any further, what type of skeletons are in your closets? Should I be concerned with your overly aggressive behavior? Should I take a big chunk instead of tiny pieces to savor? How much of you and I are we talking? We don't need to run fast. We can continue brisk walking. Why is it so difficult for me to submit? It is not difficult; I'm just tired of guys who aren't shit. Why should I put forth so much effort to someone who isn't worthy? After you run your course, who will be there to hold me? Who wants a salvaged heart, held together by duct tape and glue? Why should I be so quick to believe that your words are true? Time seems to reveal these important details that you've forgotten to mention. So again, before this gets out of hand, tell me your REAL intentions.

Perfect Strangers

So fast. So sudden. Before we knew it, we were fu.. Nah never mind.

Let's just scratch that line.

Those 1st hours turned to a day. Days turned to weeks.

Now it's months later, and everything still seems sweet.

This "honeymoon" phase is just begging to end.

Asking to put the guard up. Asking to remain as "friends."

But with all due respect, how can you expect to be a friend to the only one you really want to let Let in.

Let love. Let listen.

Let christen, these brand new linens, and indulge in all of this "healthy sinning"??

How can I look at you the same after these nights we shared?

How can we both move on like neither of us cared?

I'm not pushing nor pulling; I'm just being realistic.

You keep throwing these signs & There's no way I can miss it.

Somehow, someway we found “love” in a place so hopeless.

With no cares in the world, yet not losing any focus.

Who says it's wrong? Or that this “love” is high risk and filled with danger?

Nobody knows better than us. Why can't we remain two perfect strangers?

Something Like A Dear John Letter

I’m sure this isn't how it was supposed to be. 
We're in this room, face to face with passion filled eyes, pleasure running through our veins. 
What are the consequences?  
Let's just cross that bridge when we get there. 
Right now, I'm just reaping the rewards. 
Do we continue "this" or go back to "normal"? 
What does normal even mean anymore?  
The first time that it felt so right. Like nothing can come between us. Nothing came between us, but we came. 
At that moment we became closer than ever. 
But was it worth it? 
Is more than “this friendship” really our purpose? 
Let's get in this bed that we've made together. 
Get close. Now it's me & you. 
There’s no title, but we understand. 
I think the feeling is mutual. 
Correct me if I'm incorrect. 
The next time, It felt real. 
One time isn't fine with me. 
We had time. 
Time to explore. Time to talk. Time to feel. Time to play. 
No wrong could be done. All is well in the world. 
Before I knew it, You were gone. 
Missing without a trace. 
Was it something I said?? 
Look me in my face. 
Same sad love song. 
Separate ways sometimes make for better days. 
Let's agree to disagree & make "this" thing history.