CANVAS.

with each stroke
his brush filled me
up
with pain
with love
with resentment
with passion
with regret
with pleasure
every motion with meaning
every touch
captured the essence of my soul
captured me perfectly
he knew my every crevice
the corner of each wall in entirety
I stood there
bare
watching, as he plowed
through my soul
devouring me whole
caught up in the heat of the moment
he laid on the final touches
as his paint brushed
across my caramel canvas
he told a story
with his hands
just me and my body understands
the desire
the yearning
the burning passion
he didn’t leave my body lacking
he took me to heights of
unimaginable pleasure
not even the Richter Scale could measure
the frequency of my body’s climatic seizure
exploded twice
my body melted like warm Ice
he tasted my sweet nectar
as he applied pressure
he licked his lips
he was satisfied
that I was satisfied
the seed of our lust planted so perfectly.
we hit the resolution
came to the conclusion
I felt completion
it is all an illusion
I’m left defeated
quite a nuisance
wet with grievance.

The Caged Canary

it was like a vivid reflection of my former self
i froze in awe 

every word 

every tear
my brokenness duplicated
i cringed with each sob

i could feel it

because I felt it

i used to be her 

i used to hurt

i used to question 

why

why me

blank.
no answer
even now
i stopped asking why
and asked
how
willI restore my soul
rediscover myself
be whole again
the road to recovery isn’t paved smoothly
nor is it easy
to leave behind what once brought joy
and comfort
but I packed my bags
filled them with hope and faith
left behind the resentment and hate
the bitterness and fear
gathered my shattered self
and was off
to restoration
to redemption
on a road to rescue myself
from myself
I’m not quite there
but I’m not far away
once she lets go of the fear of being lonely
and realizes that she deserves to be happy
she can be on her way
I got there
and so will she.
she doesn’t know it 

she doesn’t believe it 

at the moment
the pain is unbearable
the tears are unstoppable
the pain from being slapped with deceit still resonates
but one day her smile will be genuine 
and she’ll be her own heroin 

but only when she realizes the only person that can save her 
Is her.