It was weaponized incompetence.
It was financial abuse.
It was using cheating as a punishment.
It was heartache and infidelity as a means to control.
It was walking on eggshells so you wouldn't walk out.
It was coercion.
It was covert.
It was hidden behind silence.
It was pretending not to understand.
It was destabilizing to induce stress.
It was beating without hands.
It was Stockholm Syndrome.
It was abuse man.
Running in high heels; ducking a problem because I didn’t want none.
Just before I peaked my speed enough to break a heel and a ankle you came to break my heart.
I smile when I think about it; eyes was pink about it cause why wasn’t that enough.
Youth will make you waste a love; love will make you waste some time.
He left me drunk; so drunk I stumbled into the knife.
The blade that killed love a thousand times; and I never got relief.
It was a flowering grief that I watered from me till my own heart was weak.
Like pleasurable poison, he kept killing me just to watch me die.
When inside; I was running in high heels wondering if it was the perfect time could I have fallen into safety.
I kept running into danger; falling into darkness because I couldn’t see beyond "What happened to you?"
To ask of me… they pushed me to monsters after they slit my throat.
I almost bled out ... I stitched with needle and sewed my skin.
Trembling hands covered in blood; I crawled to the path.
I clawed through Hell’s Kitchen and swam through the Devils Stew.
All lost but me; flesh untouched and spirit renewed.
My prayers offerings of sacrifice; I have one vice but I succumb to no devices.
I burned my will; I sacrificed my desire.
I walk behind mage and the martyr; as student or daughter.
I serve the angels that are bound to earth.
I don’t fall for lovers they aren’t worth the hurt.
I will write poetry for the disciple forever; sonnets of desire dedicated to that image of love.
I will slow sip on bliss like sake, and hammer back tears of our passions demise by the shot.
I will smile at you old love, the sweetest exchange of power now an unfortunate wasted lot.
I will celebrate this life hour by hour; every beauty of earth my eyes will taste and my mouth will devour.
The stars and the sky dance above your face.
Kissing me with your tongue, drunk off my lover's taste.
When passion feels divine; it should never be replaced.
Water us with new delights.
Feed us with pure joy.
Nurture us with devotion.
Fingertips on my lips.
Strum my nature with your hips.
Kiss me in waves like the ocean.
Write your name on my body.
Rock my being with your sex.
Make love to me in the sands.
II.
Let time remember seeing us
moving slowly as it pass.
Let air think back and crave the passion we had;
energies humming songs of sweet embrace.
Let the waters ride the shore
and mimic our move and pace.
III.
Let fire seek to peak, its climax to our bliss.
Let Earth stop for a second; to remember our kiss.
Let life write sonnets of love; for us to "Dedicate".
Speak of our adoration; though they could not relate.
Our love could set a different vibe; to just grow and levitate.
As body heat rise I'm feeling high; our love like outerspace.
When a love feels that divine; it could never be replaced.
-Ether
