this story begins in the middle
torso untamed
temptation to blame,
but accusing paris sounds a bit more
artistic
i was born to a kingdom not much unlike yours
it's not like my parents were poets
or aunties were authors
but my blood bled words
and i don't mean it in the poetic sense
literally
blood AB like basic rhyme patterns
but i digress

one ear ring steelo
i blame it on lost love from
a half year ago
but you smelled nice
and looked beautiful
and bass from the speakers move hips
sinfully
we metroed back to gambetta
and love
we loved in the way that makes one
want to fry omelets at 3am

so we were born of different kingdoms
not much unlike each other
but i guess
the atlantic ocean never seemed so far
until i started buying phone cards
and receiving calls in my sleep
during your evenings
you seep into my memory at times even today

i'm sorry
i should probably be more responsible with
my poetry
or web presence
or personal experiences
but memories play sequences during those hours
when my eyelids try to stay closed
but i dream about lovers i wish would stay close
and perhaps it's true
i've made a mistress of my music
no stress of having to prove it
just lay fingers to keys and tongue to vocals
my love has become this string of melodies pulled through
my last 3 years
but know
i did love you then
so much
remnants remain in the dark hours of some nights
when memories pulsate from my pores
and your face is presented on the silver platter
of nostalgia

i'm sorry
but i appreciate you
for helping me
live this.