Gifts

He gave me a saree and said 

"Every time you wear this, imagine it's a hug from me" 

He gave me a new lipstick 

"With every swipe, imagine my kisses" 

He gave me new earrings 

To imagine him nibbling my ear 

A matching necklace

To imagine him burying his face in the crook of my neck 

And when the distance felt overwhelming

I donned the saree, the lipstick, the jewelry,

And felt it all again 

His loving embrace, his kisses, his touch 

Even long after he was gone 

Trimming

Ah yes, it has happened again.

Another so-called close friend who turned out to not value me the same way I valued them.

This time, it is two girls who I considered close friends because they are family friends. 

But apparently I'm too old to be one of them.

Snip snip.

Over the years, this has become a regular habit. 

The two girls who disgustingly betrayed me a couple years ago, and never really cared about me anyway 

Snip snip.

The girl who I co-hosted my radio show with, who somehow always found a way to hurt me

Snip snip. 

The old high school classmates who drastically changed and managed to make me feel so alienated in a matter of weeks 

Snip snip. 

And now these two girls. 

Snip snip. 

And so it shall continue.

Snip snip. 

Pleading

Promise me you won't break my heart,

I'm ready to risk it all.

Tell me you're worth falling for,

That we can be a successful couple. 

I want to bury my face in the crook of your neck. 

Sweetheart, do you know how much you mean to me? 

I want to give you bear hug and cuddle till dawn - 

Perhaps longer, perhaps an eternity. 

We'll share special moments

That are ours alone 

Under the blankets, 

Where all but time froze. 

Vanilla kisses, jasmine touch, 

Oceanic cup of love. 

Insecurities melt away.

Breathtaking, indescribable of. 

Imagination runs amock 

Of what could be, would be, 

As I've fallen deeper and deeper. 

Please don't lose me. 

Author's notes:

My favorite line is 

Vanilla kisses, jasmine touch,

Oceanic cup of love.

Vanilla is the sweetest taste 

Jasmine is the most sensual scent (it's also considered an erotic scent) 

Oceans are vast and deep and insurmountable - to fit that in a cup is like something that only seems small from the outside but is infinite, almost overflowing, from the inside

Also to explain the "all but time froze" line, I did that deliberately. I'm conveying what seems like the whole world froze - only time didn't stop. Sort of like moments when nothing else mattered, everything else melted away. Only time carried on. Idk if it makes sense lol but that's sort of what I was imagining. 

The Essence of Love

I don't care how strong your body is, 

The size of your dick,

Nor the color of your eyes. 

I care about the strength of your mind, 

The size of your heart, 

And the color of your soul. 

Author's note:

This short poem is meant to talk about superficial things people seem to care about or find attractive in guys: how strong/muscular they are, how big their dick is, whether they have blue eyes or something. And I say I don't care about any of that. And I take those same adjectives and apply them to things that actually DO matter to me.