Masterpiece.

You’re a masterpiece.

You bring others peace.

No bitterness, you bring release.

You do everything with ease.

No appetizer, you’re a whole feast.

A new outlook, a new lease.

Ironed, not a single crease.

You make melancholy cease.

You’re a masterpiece.

–S.

Stripped Identity.

You take my virginity on a mattress, with no bedframe.

You tell me who I am as if I have no name.

You hit things around me, filling me with shame.

I don’t know how to win any of your mind games.

When you’re done with me, you leave faster than you came.

–S.

Location: Heaven on Earth

  1. going to a bookstore when it’s raining
  2. swimming in the rain
  3. a gulp of ice-cold water after physical activity
  4. my mother’s laughter
  5. snow falling
  6. my dog placing her paw on me to get my attention
  7. a song that transports me back to a specific moment or time in my life
  8. a smell that transports me back to a specific moment or time in my life
  9. the sweet spot between buzzed and tipsy when everything is warm, fuzzy, and alright
  10. inside jokes
  11. speaking solely through eye contact
  12. the moments between awake and asleep when awareness hasn’t entered the chat yet
  13. a crush
  14. the horizon on the ocean
  15. a shower after being out in the sun and in the water
  16. singing with the audience at a concert
  17. the feeling of seeing one of your favorite artists perform live for the first time
  18. watching a child experience something for the first time
  19. funnel cake at an event
  20. nutella

–S.

Supposed to.

You were supposed to love me the most,

but instead you gave me daily improvement notes.

You were supposed to love me endlessy,

but all you did was judge me.

You were supposed to love me unconditionally,

but all you did was alienate me.

You were supposed to love me fully,

but all you did was make me hate me.

–S.