TO THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY!

Some time ago I poured out my feelings

And said what I felt

As time went by I got cold feet

Later became aloof

And disappeared for a while.

I was scared of you

Scared of the depth of what I felt

Scared of commitment

Scared of pain and hurt

And most of all

I was scared of letting myself go.

I took time away to deal with it

Deal with my feelings

Deal with my pain

Deal with my obsession

Deal with my heart

Deal with my demons.

I know I hurt you

I know I was cold

The silence said it all

Silence has a way of being loud

It wasn’t you, it was me

I know that line is a cliché.

If I had let you in would you have understood?

I don’t do what if’s

But you’re the exception

Chances of you reading this are slim

But I would love to have one last talk with you

Lord knows how much I miss you

Texting you the other day and you replying back

Brought back all the unresolved emotions

I miss that smile

I miss the hearty laugh

And most of all I miss that *wink*

As much as I hate to admit it

A part of my heart loves you.

© cizoe, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection.  

LOCKDOWN!

You never know what you have until you’ve lost it

If it got lost then you didn’t really care

That’s where I am headed

I cared

Now I don’t

I don’t give a damn

I liked you

I loved you

I wanted you

I waited for you

You took advantage

Treated me like trash

I forgave

And kept forgiving

How long was I supposed to keep doing that?

I ain’t an angel

Neither a fool

My heart is on lockdown

This is the end of my road

©cizoe, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection

GHOST!

Was this supposed to be a one-time thing

Or

My favorite one

What did you take me for?

Was l just another side dish?
Some dessert
Before your main meal?
Was I not good enough for u?
You should have said this
Other than tormenting my brain
Thinking that the feeling was mutual
Why didn't you tell me from the very start
That you Were not ready For this?
If you no longer pick my calls
When I want to know how u are fairing,
What will happen when I texted you about some child support.

Before ...

You get her to marry you tomorrow
Please let me know what I did that was wrong...
Wait...
Was is my relatively dark skin?
Was is my IQ?
Was it my inner being?
Was it the lines on my head?
What made it a one-time thing?
Why her and not me?

Probably ...
I should have been mentally protected
Other than just physical protection
So I'll stay under the sheets
Till that sunset
That wedding sunset the two of you will watch
For it couldn't have been us...

Written by Poet Flani Qui

JUST A LITTLE!

I sit there

Stare at you

I tilt my head to one side

As I listen to you

I listen as you speak

When actually

I watch your lips as you speak

I watch as you form every syllable

O pick up every word you say

Store it in my database

For another day.

I press record when you leave

I replay every conversation in my head

If I let you into my head

You’d think I’m one crazy lady

You reside in my head

Yet haven’t started to pay rent

You sit there like you own it

You touch me like you own me

You hold me like you demand to.

They say when you meet that person

You want to shout about it from the mountain tops

Well I could if I would but

You took my vocal cords away

And left me speechless.

So I will keep you to myself a little longer

Hold you to me a little tighter

Caress you a little longer

Kiss you a little deeper

Let you take me to that deep, deep place

Where only you and I reside

That place that we call ours

It’s somewhere between there and here

That place far from reality

That place where we can take the M+E and make it a U+S.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Anyway, forget all I said I was just rambling.

©thelma migue, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection

TORN

There we go again

Heart ripped

Torn to shreds

Cords dangling

Tried CPR

Nothing

Tried pumping

Nothing.

Tears flow

No ebb and flow

Another loss

Time lost

Wrists torn

Flesh worn.

Chapter closed

Door shut

Windows closed

Silence

Nothing.

Can you hear that?

No?

Shhh listen carefully

Can you hear it?

That’s the beat of my heart fading.

© thelma migue, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection

TIRED!

I said no

Not maybe

Not tomorrow

Certainly not yes

It simply means no.

How many times do I have to say this?

It doesn’t matter if you buy flowers

It doesn’t matter if you use your sweetest voice

It doesn’t matter how charming you are

I still don’t feel you.

You say I will never know if I am missing out on a good thing

Well I know one thing

That good thing you talk about

It ain’t you

It doesn’t exist

Try that line on the girl I saw you trying to charm yesterday.

You talk about wedding bells

You talk about having kids

You talk about making a home

All I see is a dude trying to score

If you didn’t interest me yesterday

Then you certainly won’t today.

Your eyes tell a different story

I see the way you look at me

I see the way you lick your lips

I see the way you look at my curves

You have that same look just before the kill.

I know hunting is in your blood

You won’t stop until you get what you want

Even the lion knows when it’s been beat

Get gone and stay gone

I ain’t interested

My no definitely means no.

© thelma migue, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection.

CURIOUS!

Does he take time, to shower or use a bucket filled with water and splashes it on himself?

Does he towel dry himself slowly or shake himself dry?

Does he apply lotion on himself or to him the water is more than enough to moisturize his skin?

Does he pick a fresh pair of boxers or does he recycle last weeks?

Does he count the strokes as he brushes his teeth or just splatter the toothpaste on the brush, stick it in his mouth and mechanically perform the act?

Does he choose the clothes he wears or does he pick the first thing he sees or the shirt he wore yesterday and smells the armpits?

Does he take his time and chose the jeans to wear or does he pick the roughest and most faded?

Does he pick the cleanest and whitest socks in his sock draw?

Does he have a sock draw or he tosses them around his room?

Is his room untidy with everything strewn everywhere or is it neat and ready for inspection?

Does he apply aftershave? If he does it must be odorless.

Does he brush his hair with careful strokes or put his hands through it?

Does he brush is shoes or blow the dust off, wear them and think they will get cleaner as he walks?

Is he one of those guys of those guys who takes his time or is he one who throws his clothes around while looking through the pile while frantically looking for something to wear?

I am curious how he does it, but men those puppy socks are so white.

© thelma migue, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection

SHHH!

I can’t get enough of you

Your smell is arousing

Your touch sensual

I want to feel you every day

I want to touch you every time

I want you near me

I take you with me      

And keep you near me

You are closer than my heart.

You touch the deepest part of my soul

You bring out every crazy emotion

In short

You are that missing link

But,

In a flash, there you go

Leaving me alone

Wanting more

Yearning for the next time I get to see you

And repeat the process again.

Can I touch you one last time?

Can I hold you one last time?

Well …

……………………………………………………

Reading my favorite book is always a pleasure.

What did you think I was talking about? 

Tihi!  J

© thelma migue,2016.

A cizoepoetry collection

CAUTIOUS!

Just like a kid

Savoring the candy

Taking my time to enjoy it

Taking my time to taste it

Savoring every time I suck it

Trying to figure out the different flavors

I don’t want to spoil it.

Like the yesterday, today and tomorrow

I pick the petals

Are you it?

Are you not?

Are you it?

Are you not?

I play the game.

Slowly I touch you

Carefully I read you

Not letting myself get ahead of things

Every phrase you utter

I have wanted it

Every question you ask

I have asked why I wasn’t asked

Every touch

I have craved for it

It’s like

It’s almost

Sigh!

Pain holds me

Desire wants out

The mind says hold on

The heart says let go

I have met many

Loved many

Are you the mirror?

© thelma migue, 2016.

A cizoepoetry collection.

ENIGMA

Darker than chocolate

Smoother than silk

Whiter than the sand on the beach

Your gaze is like the cobra

When I move

You move

You mimic me

Or is it I that mimics you?

Your voice deep and sensual

Your touch soft and gentle

Your lies subtle

You spin your web so well

I am awed by your presence.

©thelma migue, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection.

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