Emotional-diarrhea

It crept through my skin and caught me unaware Foreign were my emotions Yet I knew what I wanted - His deep voice and unnerving stare His calm undertones- vibrating -            the still, open air, Everything went out of focus And froze with no motion ‘Cept his familiar frame Calling out my name Guiding me out-               of the tunnel darkness I was lost in Like a beacon of reason He defied human nature When he saw beauty In my dying ember. He ignited what was remained-                  with his cheeky grin and cheesy sincerity He swept me off my feet, He is an ocean of kindness People often fail to see His magnitude - when they cross his waters He harbors me; day in and day out  Filling in my wounds with laughter Reminding me it gets better And when he’s near I feel a million needles pi...

She slept in his shadow, waiting for the day he’d take pride in holding her embrace. She had evoked foreign feelings in him, that left him longing for more- yet iron reins bridled his affections and held him back from acting out . Swerved, by end less tales and remarks, woven by the simple and the loud about his lover, he was constrained,-  he was hesitant . He was ashamed, he was afraid, of the stains her past would make on his clean, white slate. “do you think they’d be disappointed in me when they find out about you and I,” he had asked her one day- she smiled to herself humbly- never  feeling as worth less as she felt now. She hummed to her ailing spirits, tracing the open wound he had inflicted upon her, with tender fingers. Stroking the ache gently, she began accepting the sullied face and conclusion of herself  everyone else saw. Maybe she wasn’t who she thought she was. Maybe the jagged remarks they made were her truth. Obviously – even he couldn’t see past it , ...