shepoet

I walk up to him, I need a pen, I ask if he has any. "Here, my favourite!" "Thanks, I am done." "Keep it. It will help you remember me" "Thanks." I walk away. He is too cute to be forgotten He is too cool to be ignored. He is too perfect. Yes perfection exists. It. Is. Him! I dream of him. I can't stop thinking of him. He is tormenting my brain. He is torturing my loins. I want him. Months pass. The stranger still lives in my head. He has chained my mind. He holds the quench to my thirst. I miss him. How can I miss someone I don't even know. I think. I smile. I look up. HIM! THERE! STANDING! He is walking towards me. I Freeze. I am too excited, scared! No, I am confused. "We meet again!" I can't speak. Words fail me. Perfection remembers me. "Are you okay" Finally my tongue cooperates. "Yes, we meet again" "Hi, I am Eve." "I am Jude." And s

Dust clouding his space, Wind carrying his soul, Away it goes! Hostage of the past. He is too close to the source Almost touching the sun, The heat is what he needs, Pain is the ice he lives in. Misery in and out of his zone, It's the solace that comforts, The friend  always in deed Sadness is his happiness. Pulling him in, Galaxies of memories, Planets that are too far from them, "Misery,Myself and I!" He thinks Still fighting with peace, Pushing him close to destruction, The doors of diamonds lock him in the cave with his demons, His walls built from imagination. His shell won't break or melt, His past shackled on this ankle, His hands washed off by tears, His eyes closed by his shadow. He can't conquer his past, He can't leave his shadow behind, He is trapped in the throne. With thorns as his crown.

Chains on my heart, Strings that control my hand, Pain that suffocate my joys, Memories that invade my peace. Past, demons sitting on my throne. I still see your blood flowing, I still hear my screams while drowning, I feel your hands on my neck squeezing, Your eyes looking at me without caring, Past, demons controlling your drone, Pulling, Pushing, Intensely, Hating? Hating! Hating. Past: demons throwing the stone. Pushed me to the edge, Asked me to leave. To stop life. Hoping I never live. Past: demons thriving when you are alone. Then you were given to me, I felt your heart beat in mine, You lived in my soul, I touched you! Your eyes washed my tears, You saved me! Past: demons thrown!