I’ve snuck out my bedroom window for you

In the middle of the night

When the moon and stars were the only sources of light

And everyone who judged us was asleep.

As I ran towards you in the darkness,

I stumbled and fell over a rock I didn’t see.

All I have left from that night is a scar,

From the deepest wound I've had.

Now that it’s day and the sun is bright

I can see things I couldn’t see before

Or perhaps chose not to see.

Now, I see that they were right.

@demcmurphy Thank you for the challenge! :)

Forbidden love is prohibited. Love that is taboo.

Love that is banned... but by who?

Who makes the rules for love? Why are we so impure?

Why are we so unclean? Why do we procure?

Love is not limitless. Love does prevail.

We mesh, we connect, we love to no avail.

So why forbidden, why not allowed?

Why can’t we proclaim our love out loud!

Why do we hide, like a lecherous lowlife.

I want to devote to you for my whole life.

Out in public, for all to see.

Let’s show the whole, let’s be carefree.

Forbidden love drains me right to my core.

Why are we frowned upon, why do they abhor.

Why the secrets, this is reality.

This is true life.

Forbidden love happens to the best of us, stop hiding from the truth.

Stop hiding your desires, feed that sweet tooth.

Furious father demands the ring you gave me,

convinced that you’re “only after one thing.”

We share the age discrepancy

of Shakespeare’s star-crossed lovers,

So everything you say must be

Sinful lies, you slithering snake.

I am bent over the bed,

being beaten with a belt across my back,

A slave in my own home.

My tears slide down slowly,

hoping that this salty sea

Will carry me back to you in its current.

Four years passed,

Furious father replaced with

another abusive ass.

I kissed the town goodbye

and rode off into the sunset with you,

My Romeo.

One day I was in it, a world with no windows.

A place where all my feelings lost all control.

I heard a voice that took me by surprise.

The voice had a meaning when I looked into her eyes.

Shook from top to bottom,

my tremble couldn't stand still.

And on top of the rollercoaster,

came the hard stare chills.

My forbidden love started,

married had the key.

But it didn't stop the feeling

that came over me.

Against all my rules and what I believed,

I wanted to keep the feeling

rocked me in my knees.

Sadness was her underdog,

and that's what I saw.

A mission to make her smile again

means to get her under my paw.

To do this without love was a

chance I had to take.

But later I found out,

it would be my big mistake.

I loved her, I lived her,

I laughed and lost it all.

Four months it ruled me

before it all started to fall.

You see married with a key,

only fits one lock.

And married with a key,

came with a time clock.

Though she smiled for a while,

before reality set in.

She never forgot to look back

and smile at her friend.

I know what we have is wrong. Everyone keeps reminding me that you'll hurt me in the end, but I can't quit you. Your sultery warmth and sweet scent keeps me coming back for more. My heart cannot take much more of what you do to me, yet I yearn for you. How can such a passion be wrong? Let the world and my doctor be damned! High cholestrol or not, donut, you are my forever love. Should my arteries harden and clog or my pancreas wilt, I will still seek your powedery, sprinkled, and jelly filled embrace. My love for you may be fatal, but I can think of no better way to greet death.

Many long nights and the chilling air brought me to you. You where just a foster, a recject a nobody just like me. We were young teens looking for an escape from reality. Reality a harsh word that here means never loved and didnt belived we could be loved. All day I would look forward to seeing you after class and on the bus. I lived for when you would walk me to class or walk by my physics door to signal me to go to the bathroom. I loved smeeling like you and You knew that so you would dump some cologen on me before we parted and told me to keep smeeling and when the next time we see eachother he will put more on me.Then came the day it all happend. It was the end but not the end. My foster parents finding out and yours too and them forbidding it. The hardness of it all. The secretacy of it. After awhile though you got bored and tired of it. You wanted a normal life and who would blame you? I found you cheating or rather my friends did but I didnt want to leave you. Then you gave me no choice. You broke up with me andstarted going out with regular girls. Your foster parents didnt care becuase they wernt their problem and I was to some extient. But what I think is that the reasons your realtionships are so much shorter now then when you where with me is because the one your looking for you aready found. So when we see eachother again I know what to expect.

See what I see

Know what I know

Feel what I feel

Openly

No hiding

Just send back

As much as

Is secretly being

Sent to you

Love me back

Without knowing

I love you too

Understand what I'm saying

Without having heard it out loud

Let this be a luxury

Not a liabilty

Recieve my unspoken pleas for you

Then know what to do with them

Hear those overbearing screams

My body wants to give you

And unwrap them

Quietly

Then tenderly

Thrash the depths of my soul

Without moving at all

I never knew I was forbidden until the warmth of the sun seared my skin. Forgetting about our secret in our stolen momemnts. Decloratoins become silent tones trying your best to avoid being overheard. The world fades back into my mind reminding me that my love made a room just for us. Loving you is a crucible in itself. Is it possible to hate someone so much that you are consumed with wrath? Then love them with a passion that consumes you the very next minute? I live and die by your design...

My life has been so enveloped in yours I am not sure how I could live apart from you. For every idiosyncratic love I have a loathe. Are we forbidden or are you just scared? I've spent hours hidden in a parked car, late night drives early mornings like I was a character in a Stoker novel.

A love forbidden by your own decree, kept in you closet of skeletons and regrets... When it's over no one will ever know. It will never be spoken of so like a silent night illuminated by the rising moon. You will know that something was there but no one will ever hear of it. Just another John Doe in the morgue of insicurities and apparences.

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@demcmurphy

She could embrace anyone,

If they didn’t look her in the eye.

They’d hug her, kiss her, enter her,

And maybe turn to stone.

She didn’t long for them, statues

Of flesh that didn’t mesh.

She couldn’t see herself. Couldn’t pronounce the word Beautiful.

Reflections of affections wasn’t her style

But if even just once she could smile

And see.

Kiss her lips on glass.

To do so was execution

In a broken institution.

She knew from the beginning

That the only forbidden love was to love herself.