I like me better without you.

And that's a lie;

A white lie to feed my ego.

What is love to you?

How do you know?

Where does it begin?

How does it end?

Do you go crazy?

Does it hurt like hell?

Do you run from it?

Or hold it close and treasure it?

There is no answer

As love is not a question

It's a feeling

The rawest feeling

And when you know,

You don't know - you feel

That epic kind of love

The kind you want to run from

Because the thought of losing it

Surely will be the end of worlds

Can you dare to dream

To imagine having bliss

Can the past's nightmares

Be forgotten, be forgiven

It's to big to be denied

Just take the jump

And live this crazy love

That comes once in a life

The natural ebb and flow of life

People coming in

People going out

Doors opening

Doors closing

Shifts and changes are all around us

The cycles of life

Sweet and bitter transitions

The unique way the universe

Forces on us the insights to ourselves

Through it all

Always remember to have

Self compassion

Seek the one who knows how to ride

With the flow of your tide

Seek the paths that speak to your soul

And without a doubt

It's the path your meant to follow

Be gentle with yourself

Self love

Will see you through

These Ebbs and Flows of life

if you lose yourself

along the way,

the mountains will name you,

the ocean will baptize you.

call out to me if you can.

I will try to save you,

I will try.

Often I find myself fixating on pictures of couples,

Wondering when it will be my turn,

Pondering over what God has in store for me,

If anything at all,

And I stop for a moment to look in a mirror,

Maybe my nose is too big,

Maybe my face isn't symmetrical enough,

Maybe I'm too clingy,

Maybe I'm not clingy enough,

Maybe there are just too many things wrong with me,

And though I try not to think like that,

Sometimes it's the only thing I can do,

Because being surrounded by love makes you feel unloved,

It makes you feel lonely and uncared for,

But worst of all, it makes you unsure of yourself,

When truly there is no reason to be. 

Men use me for their pleasure

At first they treat me like a treasure

It's my beauty they can't resist

Then after throw me away like I don't exist.

Somewhere in my feeble brain

I hear this short but simple refrain,

"You deserve better!"

Eenie, Meeny Miney Moe,

Esmeralda is a hoe.

She likes to holler,

let her go,

Give her money,

let her hide.

Don’t ever let her

come inside -

common sense

true and tried .

Open your door,

kick her outside.

Don’t tell your wife,

she won’t abide -

say it’s not true

everyone lied,

if you want to

keep your bride!

in the gardens

among splotches of white downy flowers

i met him once...

bewitching me with oval green- no

with lucent kiwi colored eyes, brandishing

sunbaked skin and shortish coarse russet hair.

as i dither dewy-eyed, inhaling

deeply his woody scent making

my flesh glisten; creating an appetency

enervating my core.

brazenly, his arm encircles me,

on a gasp, his lips brush mine

testing, tongue probing-

his taste explodes in my mouth

    -lingering of a ripe gooseberry.

lashes latch kiwi eyes - i stare

at specks of black seedlings littering his teeth

skewing the enchantment.

blushing and feeling nonplus, i disentangle

    and backpedal from his stratagem.

© June 15, 2017. Meg.