like surgery, correcting me.

will it always be this way?
reaching for your hand, burying my face into the crook of your neck,
exposed flesh longing for your kisses.
we sit facing each other. i steal glances at the glowing numbers, hoping
that time will stop moving, if only for tonight.
i listen to the steady stream of words, watch the shadows dance across your face,
smile at the way your eyes close every time you relay some sort of realization,
about us, about me, about yourself.
will it always be this way?
it has to be.
i won't want to live without it. . .
without you.
sometimes it's still too much to handle.
how we came to be this way.
how our lives collided with one another.


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him. [past]
a predator amongst insignificant prey.
moving through the darkness, "you're as slick as your words,"
he bends and twists and manipulates.
to his own bidding.
he keeps the world locked up in a glass box,
safely stowed away.
it's his world.
shady deals in slum villages,
beretta tucked in his waistband, as his right hand roams across
the sleek black handle,
he coaxes his next victim.
it was all a game to him.

her. [past+present]
she takes notice of the world, the mindless drones surrounding her.
suffocating boredom, as she searches for inspiration.
lurking in and out of corners, hoping to never be seen.
she wants to remain hidden in her own world.
she clutches at her thin black book, pages tattered and torn.
pages filled with memories, and fantasies, stories and hymns.
she stumbles through her days blindly.
hoping, waiting to be found.
black ink pen knotted in her thick black hair, as her right hand
reaches up to release it from the tangles,
coaxing her next words out from within her darkened soul.
it's never been a game to her.


he sees her for who she is.
and she still can't find the right words to describe him.
when he asks her do you love me?
and she nods.
and he asks her how much do you love me?
she wants to reply, "more than anything in the world."
but the words always get stuck.
she doesn't want to hide from him anymore,
she wants him to discover all of her.
mystery is no longer important in this relationship.
this relationship.
built on strength, love, vulnerability, hope, faith,
dedication,
everything she had ever dreamed of.
he is everything she had ever longed for.