Happy Wednesday!
Before you get into my new piece, I wanted to share an update on some of my recent poetry. I’ve always wrote poems based of the experiences I’ve gone through personally but lately I’ve been writing sort of character pieces through poetry. I’m in the midst of writing a novel and a couple short stories where I’m surrounded by all these great characters I’m creating and doing these character pieces have helped me really flesh these people out. It’s also added a new element to my poetry, so I hope you guys find them interesting and enjoy them!
POV: Skylar Carter. 22.
Epic love: a state of being, an action, an attitude, an experience.
This is NOT that.
I’m trapped in the passenger seat of our emotional love affair, darling.
Yet, I’m the one that wears the pants in this relationship.
You may disagree but from the outside looking in, it’s true.
How can one possess so much control yet feel so powerless?
How do you do this to me?
I have the power to bring you to your knees, yet I feel disposable.
You beg for me to never leave you; I think about leaving you for fun.
Is that normal?
“I don’t believe so.”
But then again what do I know at 22?
I know that I love you.
But is love enough to fix the missing part of my soul?
You complete me yet I’m still empty?
None of this makes any sense.
Is this what an adult relationship is?
Am I settling for the first good guy that showed me the ounce of affection I needed after another failed relationship with a man I thought was the one?
Are you the one? Who knows?
Dating in your 20s is supposed to be fun, they say.
Where’s the fun?
Where’s the excitement?
We’ve fallen into pattern.
Predictable and dull.
My mind and body crave excitement,
Don’t you know that?
I had more fun as a lost teenager with a guy who was wrong for me,
Why is that?
Dating him was hard but those were some of the best moments of my life.
He made me feel alive every time I was on the brink of death’s door.
Breaking and recharging my heart with every forbidden kiss.
They say, “men only want love if it’s torture’ and baby that’s true,
But the torture makes it fun and now I understand.
A dangerous, thrilling love affair
Wandering in the dark, no destination mark with nothing but love in our hearts.
I miss that.
Baby I need that.
I want to be the 20-something sexually liberated version of me, not the 1950s housewife I see before me without a ring anywhere in sight.
I love us and what we have.
But baby, I need more.
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