Degree Poems

The words used as jokes, The words at my expense, The words that cut, The words that hurt, Are the ones you throw like daggers. Someone to fuel, Someone to laugh, Someone to impress,

Fear hits my heart as the burn hits my throat. You are a ghost of my past which revisits to haunt. Try as I might, you’re scent stays with me, Nauseating me to the core.

I breathe in the smell Of clean laundry still Being washed. Its scent Reminding me of the Good Old Days, when Grandma would Cook dinner on Saturday afternoon And let us sit on the bench

Do I love him so much that I am willing to remove myself from the life I currently occupy, or do I hate his being with another so much that I will do anything for him not to be with the other?

United by the hierphant, we bridge the sacred mysteries. No one knows whether to slap or hug the princess;

Touches my face, soft and gentle getting closer. My breath speeds up, his slows down mint on his breath. Nervous, It’s not what I expect but it’s what I want. He draws me to him

Electricity. Bubbles. All because you touched my hand. Dread. Fear. The pain from before still has not subsided. Hope. Trust. You know all my secrets. Warmth. Caresses.