Watermelon, Sugar, lows

I’ve been through some sugared lips

Those that only shout “all in” for my hips

turned Watermelon into Water-lemons

My tears froze like frostyflakes, my heart at stake

I thought I found a soul-mate, not an emty crate of translucent grace

I spit fire from time to time because I was born under concrete tiles

but my heart never faked a smile

shock, friction, other sources of ignition never altered my salvation

Never broke those bones, those sticks and stones

It makes me wonder how you justify all that bane?

.. From a rose that grew through concrete and pain – loveeeiriny

4am at memory lane

This oozing breeze that I bred, I can’t quite lay myself to rest

heated, is the name of the convo between me myself and I

making me walk this lane, so late at night

I`m growning how inconsiderate?

cause my bed is made and I’m ready to lay in it

And my oh my, I could tell my mind was ready to move to the next mistake

yet here I am, oh hi Ted

you knew too well, nothing good ever happens after 2am

I wish memory lane was merely a pathway, the street to a shed or the highway

lane is a dungeon at the back of my head and ain’t no chance to hide away

Although I wonder

Be it my fondness for penpals or to what do I owe this itch to write you my heart ponder?

With no further delay, forgive my inner melee

I feel it is to you I seek to turn to today

And as though the imaginary pen tween my fist has put a spell on replay

“wingardium leviosa” classic potterian token .. *cough*

I would for once like to be brutaly plain-spoken

unaware of my powers I dived into a pool of naivity

It slowly revealed to me with a wink of an eye that I might need to pay in perpetuity

For if that’s settling, that was by no means close to my intentionality

Maybe Lover, all I disclaim is that you’ve enriched a great portion of my innermost integrity

Beyond knowance You’ve reinforced the self that I once lost in all haste to catapult a romance

you’ve opened my inner chakra, so on behalf of me myself and my inner trauma’s

These rambles are your’s to scramble through …

4am me loves you psssch!

SELF LOVE

If i hinder the light that deams through me I will explode
shattering into thousand pieces before your eyes
A market scene, a tragedy
And whilst you scrape me off your porch
You’d find writings,
The untold secrets never revealed
Like how I breath under water
Like how I swallowed my thoughts over years
Like why my soul never matched another
a puzzle I’d leave behind
But the light that shone through painful darkness
The one that fought the tears rolling down my cheekbones
It will stay within me for eternity
I finally found a force that keeps it fostered
Until Holly matrimony
That force is SELF LOVE

Turning Tables

Dear Love,

I See you are generous to many

Just not to one

Its trending notoriously, how you hit the weak harder and the strong lesser.

I accept you are some type of common good I struggle to obtain

The price is high after tasting freedom

Female empowerment comes with an opportunity cost, the world is yet to encounter

And so the blame is not on you Love

The more I feel empowered

the longer is my list

I won’t bother chasing you

Instead I’ll sit right here

I’ll wait for you to choose me

I’ll watch how you stumble and fall

I’ll turn the tables around

You’d think I’m bitter by now

But I’m soft and sweet and unique

Catch me if you can..

@loveeiriny