Rejection Sensitivity

For fear of rejection,
I have held back,
Hidden,
And as a reflex run
From sharing my love,
For fear, it will be sneared at
Mocked,
Rejected.

Scared;
I have long kept quiet 3 sacred words.
And created a negative self-fulfiling prophecy.

In doing so I have held back this gift,
From those who I love most.
Leaving behind only regret,
As there are some to whom
I know only now know my truth,
Because they are alas as spirit.

Before that time
Should pass,
You,
Being of my most beloveds,
Please now know,
I love you so.
Deeply,
Truly,
Even madly,
Whatever form or relation be it to me,
I love you still,
Body, mind, and soul.

A Hit

You got what you want from me,
A hit,
Just enough to satiate
Your need,
But it’s not me
Or her,
Or her,
Ever,
It’s the chase,
The thrill
Of getting it,
Adoration;
You crave,
When each one caves
And in our caves, you sneak,
So willingly allowed
For love is our aim,
But surprise!
It’s all
Just
An illusion.

Sit with Uncomfortable

You hate waiting,
Sitting on the unknown,
All the inevitable
What ifs
Through the mind slip,
Sanity
Chasing after unrealistic expectations,
Hopes and dreams,
Of things just out of
Reach,
Its a reach
Ice cube’s chance in hell probability
Probably,
its probable
That you’ll be disappointed,
So you lower
Your expectations,
Until you don’t expect
Anything;
Beautiful
look up,
Who hurt your heart?
Made you doubt you deserve?
Hold out
your heart,
But don’t sell out
For less;
Patience,
Sit with your uncomfortable
Knowing you’re the best.

Ends Meet

Where our ends meet
We recognize each other, 
I to I,
Eye to eye, 
We mirror,
We perceive the other,
To understand, 
To recognize,
To accept,
To appreciate 
Each other, 
Sharing our intimate thoughts,
As if they are our own,
With clarity, we separate 
But know we shall again return, 
To this sacred connection,
For despite interruption
We are one;
our ends meet.

Self-fulfilling Prophecies

My favorite songs
Are my self-fulfilling prophecies:
I like him,
He likes me,
But we’ve got baggage,
And he’s got a “her”,
Again;
Incompatibility
From the start
But damn it was love and passion
And heart,
It wasn’t a lie
Until we both turned,
Claiming “too hard to try” anymore,
Your fault,
My fault,
Confused;
Tears and anger coincide
I want to hate you,
Want to have you
want to love you,
To again collide;
But they say it’s too late,
Too much said and done,
Both burned
too many times