Lotus flower and something else I cannot remember it's name all perfectly aligned on the lines on your skin, that perfect deep and hollow where the waist melts to the hipline, lotus flower and a wildness that isn't to be tamed, a kindness, π
True story : my aunt was with her husband at ikorodu for an event.
Next thing he excused himself.
She stood up to pee or so, next thing someone cornered her in a masquerade costume.
She started screaming but he kept whispering βfolake, folake, itβs meβ
In my dreams, a faceless person appears to me. I can't see it's face so I know not what it's eyes look like but I sure do feel the piercing gaze of it, sometimes like it were leering at me, condemning and judging, declaring over and over that this gaze was all there was to me.
Where I transcend to you, melding into you just as you meld into my body as you take your comfort but instead of the safety that is you there is this fear that eats me up constantly;How long till all of me is seen? Then what?
In my head this captivity is true and it's bonds runs deep as my roots would let it. See, this captivity is my truth.
A faceless person lurks at my door, bound by shackles of this memories, these thoughts and these dreams.
While I pen poetry nude in my bathtub I reflect on life long wounds cut deep and carved, printing a name, scratch that, an essence, marking my soul for what it is, a true captive of these thoughts in my head...
@The_koredee You should absolutely try wearing them, they're lovely actually, and so light. I personally have some I made for myself and I wear them...π€
All my life, Iβve never seen a woman admit to fumbling a good man. βI was so immature & insensitive, & he leftβ. βI wasnβt bringing anything to the table & he got tired of me, he leftβ
Itβs always the guy at fault.