My destiny is to be someone in your existence. It’s to be the air that leaves your lungs, the blood that streams from your heart; the thoughts that race in your mind. I wanna be something; the passion that causes you to wake, the excitement that moves you to walk….I want to run with you. I wanna be in you, not in a sexual orgasmic way, but a sensual forever kind of stay. I wanna be the someone that takes away everything that pains you, yet, the something that will bring you everything. I wanna be something, anything, everything, you!!!!
She is known for her no nonsense, taking care of business attitude and not being friendly. She enters a room and commands everyone’s attention. She would walk down the hallway never making eye contact with anyone until one day she walked the the same hallway, she has for months, but this time she shared this space with another being. As she normally would head held high, aloof to everything, but her own objective. He eyes caught a brightly colored shirt, as they moved up towards the face she made eye contact with the other person, for the first time she couldn’t take her eyes off of him; until his eye met hers. She couldn’t explain or understand why she was so focused on him but it was too much to maintain so shifted her eyes to the wall, the ceiling anything to break this overwhelming feeling she couldn’t explain. So many times before she has made eye contact with people before never even giving a second thought why was this time so different? She couldn’t explain it. She continued on with her day, her week brushing off the feeling and attributing it to the colorful shirt he had on.
Days turned into weeks and she began to see him more often everytime she passed him her eyes averting to everything else but him. Why …why she asked herself over and over why am i walking these halls now searching for him like Columbus searched for the new world. Never speaking, not even to say hello. How did he capture me in an instance, how was this one man able to Pierce a forcefield that was impenetrable to everyone else. Her aloof demeanor was non existent she could ignore alot but when he stepped into view nothing else was her focus. Why is it that when he stepped into a room she couldn’t see anyone else, she could hear the words people spoke, but couldn’t take her eyes off of him to answer. Why when he spoke did her seriousness dissipate and all that could be seen was a smile?
When they finally spoke that forcefield was compromised she knew this would change things forever. She couldn’t absolute anything but this one thing that she could and that was wanting to be in his life on any level.
He could see her eyes ignoring his and thought why is the walls and ceilings so interesting. I mean, her presence was felt, but her eyes had no contact. We never seen eye to eye! Until that day, the one day where she booked to go over his books. The silence was broken, the mood was set. Books all over the table but all they were able to do was read each other. That was the start. They started to have passing words, passive banter, then it all got aggressively serious. The would fight, make up, and fight again. She became his Asia but he didn’t Like to travel….So they parted because the distance was too distant and they were far too far apart. They lost their chance at Greatness….
~Melissa S. and AzizBrown~
Tears water her eyes, creases form around her eyes, she is happy. She watches him walk up the block toward her, the excitement of his hug and kiss has overwhelmed her. Standing at the end of the street, wanting to run to him, but that would be counterproductive because that’s opposite of their destination. So, she waits patiently until he steps into her space.
He sees her at the end of the road. The sight of her relaxes his facial muscles to a smile. His vision blurs, he wipes two streaming tears from his cheeks. He is happy. Walking toward her, his heart races, his life has meaning, he’s in Love.
He arrives, she can’t wait to extend her arms. He accepts her invitation by pulling her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. They don’t waste anytime, their lips lock, her arms still wrapped around his neck. They release from each other’s grasp and that’s just the beginning of the night….
Her chest elevates, she inhales, I smell her exhale. I Love her so much. As she sleeps, I watch her, tempted to wake her up, but the peace of her state is that of a country side being lit by the sun. She weakens me to a strength I have never been lifted to. I am so scared of being dropped, that I am only this vulnerable with her eyes close. Once they open, i play this masculine hard rock which softens to her touch. She has removed my hard shell, I am ready to blow or pop; knocked to one knee, stealing one of her hands, and placing my heart on her finger. I Love her ….her chest elevates again, I take a deep breath, pull her closer to me, and close my eyes, cuddled in my forever….
I sold you Love and you just couldn’t buy it. You wanted the earth, when I purchased the sun, moon, and stars for you. You preferred to keep in touch, when i was providing something you could reach for. I was full of faith by continuing to be faithful to the idea, of you being ideal. I ran toward you, while you were walking away. You chased something, you thought was greater than you and I. But, you found out too late that We were the best you can get, but it wasn’t the best I could get because I am holding someone that purchased the Love, I was selling. And, We are an Us. So, though, you and I have past, their presence, has given me a future. Thank God, I didn’t spend my last dime of my Love on you because now I am Scrooge McDuck in Love. Thanks for showing me, my worth. I appreciate it….
A man’s lips are resting on someone’s lips that isn’t his wife’s, yet he says it’s because she is never present. But, didn’t open his lips to remain faithful to the lips he married and sealed with a kiss. She could have not been present but was it worth their future? #Communicate
The table is set, two plates are positioned at a distance, we continue to eat together, but we aren’t getting closer. Each bite is taken in silence, the noise from chewing is the only discussion being had. We don’t even look up from our plates to glance at one another. Why do we continue returning to the table?