Repetition.

“I’m sorry” “I’m sorry” “I’m sorry”   The more you repeat words the less meaning they hold. We’ve been here before, this exact situation.   “I love you” “I love you” “I love you”   Is “love” really “love”, if actions don’t accompany it? Some words can be abused, even those as sacred   as…

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Who Knew?

I planted a seed, something decayed grew. Amidst moss and fungi I thought of you.   Dead from the beginning  we always knew that the past followed us and split us in two.   Separate.   Yet, desperate- we made it work. Who knew something toxic could last that long?   Who knew our love,…

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Paranoia.

I know these words, I know these feelings, I know pain when I see it, I know what an end is.   Perceptions.   I fabricated ideas for myself. Illusions, that created nothing but confusion. Lost in the depths of my mind.   Insomnia.   My eyes sometimes forget the inside of my eyelids. Fearing,…

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Late Calls.

Do not call me,   when loneliness fills the empty void inside you.   Do not call me,   to ease frustration that burns between your thighs.   Do not call me,   at night, when you need me to create satisfaction.   Do not call me,   if love is not what your callings…

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Petals.

“I loved you… once.”   When hearts shatter, time turns into glue. Particles and matter always find ways to connect with each other.   For your love felt, like thorns on roses. Nights spent knelt by my bed with tears rolling off my nose.   I learned, love can welt   like the petals on…

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Love I want.

I want a strong love.   The type of love that you love me and I love you and we both love loving each other.   I want a fearless love.   The type of love the shakes us breaks us yet, strengthens us with time.   I want your love.   Taken from the…

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Skeletons.

The silence is loud like thunder without rain. Empty corpses fall to their humble knees   with pointed fingers folded in prayer. Only death can calm the fear of  living.   So they huddle together with skinless contact. Hallow chests whistle as the wind blows   past dusts that was once beating hearts. I am…

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Searching.

I am standing, tall and lost,   searching searching, searching,   for something . Searching; until “search” lost its meaning.   Searching, for meaning. Have you ever just watched people in a location and thought to yourself; “I have no idea what I am doing here.”?     ©aishaadams2018 Pinterest Photo

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Eyelids.

“Look at me, love” her lips quivered hoping he’d see the light in her eyes dimmer, but he already lost sight. time betrayed them as connection faded and hearts grew numb with eyelids that shaded their souls. Eye contact is so powerful. ©aishaadams2018 Pinterest Photo

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