Savage Love Poetry

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Chicago boy

Do you promise to hold me close, To steady my trembling soul, For loyalty in kin is rare— A fleeting ember, a fractured whole? Will you latch as I latch, Hold as I hold, Give and take as I would— A bond unbroken, bold? Will you cradle my glittering mind, A shattered glass, Prickled and wild, Rumbling to stars that pass? Do you see the cosmos in me— The beauty, the scars, A shadow, a mystery, Guided by the universe, Protected yet far? Or am I stone, rock, Dust without weight, No hand will take— Meant to live on the surface, Never letting someone drown within my depths. The mind I grow, To see the world anew, Opening eyes to beauty unseen, Simplifying the chaos, Infusing life with magic and ease. For men aren’t unaccustomed to the warmth of care, Like rivers never taught the taste of rain— I become the flood, A soothing tide that quenches, Pampering not only with wealth or vanity, But with a softness that rebuilds, A touch that rewrites their world In hues of wonder and ease. For I am al...

The promise

I saw the God in Him, He saw the universe in me But I still carry a bit of baggage. There’s still a bit of baggage. I’ve never felt anchored to this world, A passenger, drifting, unseen, unfurled. Moving through shadows, no destination, A soul afloat, lost in isolation. But with him, I found solid ground, A rare peace in chaos, profound. The world stilled, the void erased, In his presence, I felt embraced. And when he left, the silence screamed, The emptiness swallowed all I dreamed. Longing, grief, and aching desire, A heart once warm turned cold as fire. Now void of love, a hollowed frame, I roam the earth, yet not the same. The world spins on, but I remain, A passenger, lost, bound to this pain. I stood on the other side, a shadowed man, Ravaged by life, scarred by its hand. I asked of you, a question so bold, How do you promise, when hearts grow cold? If I let my guard fall, my fortress unwind, And offer a spark from this flame of mine, How do I know you won’t leave me bare, Exting...

Give Me Love

Give Me Love It is not something I long for I tell this to myself every night This mantra and vow, I have kept Resolute and unwavering, I would hold out I live and breathe as the rest without it And so, I do not need it. Yes, my nights are lonely and sometimes sad I dive into fantasy and drown out my thoughts in fiction I live out hours and even years in the shoes of my favourite characters I bring them to life in my mind and bask in the love they feel for each other Even if for a moment, to me, It is real. If fantasy and fiction can give it to me That is enough. In reality, I do not need it. And yet the feeling of warmth, comfort, and belonging that I desire persists It gnaws at me just before I sleep It runs rampant in my mind and rampages through my heart I feel the absence of the very thing I wish to deny It is a void, deep and immeasurable. It does not look back It establishes its presence and dominance even as I am with...

Crashing waves

I’ve been hankering, I’ve been lacking I’ve been trying to mask needing you With every puff, every sip, every body I’ve been trying not to carry the weight of the world It only awakened me to deeper truths Seeing it all and never doing anything Endeavoring to shed light, trying constantly. We knew the world, we understood it. I wanted to build a fortress for us I wanted to build my life around you. But that obstacle tore us apart I fell in your absence I fell into the universe and lost myself in spirituality The more I tried to run away from my destiny The more I tried to fight being in the present It only awakened me to deeper truths My higher self, my soul spoke to me. It revealed many but one, one was constant that I need you, that I needed my anchor I’ve been through so much pain With life turbulences and storms These growing pains, these aches They made me fight my true nature Not to deny any aspects of me...

Prayer for reason

Keep the illusion up, let them see purpose. I know you're just there existing. As long as you're breathing, keep that heart beating It don't matter if the muscles on your face won't stretch right It don't matter that your smile is not the same anymore Keep at it, don't give up. Struggle a bit longer You're not dead yet. They see you breathing. They can feel your heart beat. Cold as it is. They can feel your heat, you're not dead. Keep at it just a little bit longer Maybe there's a silver lining just around the corner In this round existence, there's a silver lining just around the corner. Even if you're just surving now, that's all that matters. They are all that matter so live. Live for them, if not for yourself. Love for them, if not for yourself. Do it all for them Maybe you'll find your own in the midst of it all.

No rush

Walk a little slower, there's no rush. You ain't got anywhere to be, slow down. You know there isn't anyone waiting on you, You'll be dancing by yourself anyway, like always. But atleast you won't have to pretend anymore, You can finally let go and lose yourself. The four hours of sleep you'll get are enough to collect the pieces. Just enough to keep a smile on your face. The dark circles are almost invisible when you smile, Who cares if it won't reach your eyes, no one really notices anyway. So take the long way home, keep reality at bay. Just a little longer, fool the world a little longer, Lose yourself in the lie just a bit longer. No harm done. Walk a little slower, there's no rush. You ain't got nowhere to be, you might as well get lost.