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A Villain in Distress

You’re like a storm begging to be a light shower on a sunny day
You picture yourself a haven for a lover’s bliss
Yet it’s so cold under your arms

You’re like a back up singer discontent with the darkness over his head
You fancy yourself a leading role
Yet you shiver under the spotlight

You’re like a little boy dressed in superman’s costume
You think yourself the damsel’s hero
But in your eyes it’s a villain she sees

She’s like the calm you feel before the storm
She carries herself like a butterfly
But there are spines under her wings

He, a villain in distress
And she, a damsel in armor

Stay, if you must

In her quest for happiness, Diomeda once borrowed a leaf from Doctor Faustus’ pages and sold her soul for a bed of rosses. She held hands with Zeus and slow-danced to his tune under the fleeting moon’s shadow. Like a flower, she beautifully blossomed into his most favorite kind of sin.

Ecstasy. Continue reading

On Days Like These

On most days I needed him
Not in the way people need water, or food, or oxygen
I needed him like I needed tomorrow
Something I had no control over, yet I longed to behold desperately

On certain days I wanted him
Not in the way people want chocolate, or cars, or beer
I wanted him like I wanted yesterday
Something I had already had, but pined to have repeatedly

On days like today I’m drawn to him
Not in the way people are drawn to familiar places or things
I’m drawn to him like a magnet
Like a last piece of a puzzle that knows exactly where it belongs

Everyday I fall for him
Not in the way people fall  for deceptions or illusions
I’m falling because it’s that easy
Like two hearts in sync and forever tuned to lover’s songs

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Damaged

Soundtrack: 🎶 Sober – by Taps🎶

Deep scars. Deep deep scars. Anger. Resentment. Regret. Chaos. Darkness. Hopelessness. Death.

When they tell you that it’ll all get better in time. It’s absolute nonsense because if they could hear the pounding of your heart, they would know your end is nearing. Yet they keep repeating, it’ll all get better…in time.

Time passes. Days turn into weeks, then months, then years. Yet your brain still remembers the pain as if it happened only yesterday. You can no longer cry out loud, because they won’t understand. When the weeks turned into months, they assumed it had all gotten better. Except, it didn’t. Continue reading

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Dear Alfredo

Dear Alfredo,

I traveled back in time today. I had to. I couldn’t help it. And I have papa to thank for that. This is exactly why I never go back there. That place. The home that haunts me and the people heaven created to love me unconditionally, yet they never did. Papa especially. How can mama love a man so vile he takes pleasure in his own daughter’s pain?

Edmund, that’s the name of your greatest tormentor my love. It’s what I call him whenever I want to get even. He wonders at my audacity and if he could have his way he would hit me senseless just like he does mama. I see it in his eyes. I also see the way his hands shake and his fists knot in bridled fury. The last time he tried it I sent him flying flat on his stomach. My fifteen years of teaching self defense had finally paid off. If mama couldn’t put him in his place, I would. And I did. Now I am paying for it. Continue reading

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There’s a Stranger in my bed

I have days when I wake up happy. And days when I wake up sad. I have moments when my mind is so consumed by stories of people who have never existed, yet are alive in my head. Worlds unknown consume my being, familiar faces of strangers I have never met beckon me and insist I release them to the world. Shadows follow me in both light and darkness. Continue reading