You tempt me to love,

 

as I pull on your petals hoping to get to know you more,

I notice you are bad for me,

 

stealing at thoughts and filling them with desires of you on me,

me on you

and tasting your sweet perfume.

 

I overdose on our conversations,

a way to feed my addiction

and further promote my dependance on you,

of you

and your beauty.

 

Longing for you against my skin,

wanting you in my hands

and your dew on my finger tips.

 

I rush to the day we intertwine

and I pour my pollen into you,

 

Oh sweet flower, allow me lay claim to you.

 

Jade Novelist ©️ 2019

I remember it all,

who we used to be before you broke my heart.

 

I reminisce of the me

who breathed the same air as those who believed in love.

 

I recall the words you used to make promises you couldn’t keep,

and times I questioned myself to sleep.

 

I cast my mind to the faith I held

before I learnt to blaspheme my desire to be with someone.

 

I muse on the vows I made to myself,

that I’d give my all and you’d be the last

 

but despite the hurt I long not to be alone,

so to keep my vow,

I emphasize how I call you the last to break my heart.

 

Jade Novelist ©️ 2019

how did we get here,

how did we become people afraid to forgive?

 

how did we get here,

how did we become lovers who forgot pride was the sacrifice love required?

 

Jade Novelist ©️ 2019