Your Gold (Pillow Talk)

Tell me something.
Spill your soul.
Your heart is filled with priceless ore,
And I really just want to feel your gold.
We can discuss the stars,
How they mimic the ambition in your eyes...
Or we can talk about life,
And how you're so glad I'm not like the other guys.
Tell me about the butterflies,
That feeling you get when you see me.
I'll reveal how I still can't believe you're mine.
Topics shift to the metaphysical;
You'll leave me in disbelief of your mind.
Your soul is just so beautiful...
Bare it to me under these sheets.
Words shared between pillows,
Heat shared between bodies.
Love cast among the stars,
Reflecting off the moon.
To fall asleep now would be too soon.
Minds are like galaxies,
And I'm not done being your astronaut.
So many ideas and thoughts,
Planets and stars within you.
Brighter than any Sun,
Innovative woman.
Tell me about the future,
All of the shine that you can envision.
Creating it with you?
I have every intention.
Minds are impressionable at this time,
And you never cease to make an indention.
No counting sheep...my rendition?
Counting the reasons I adore you.
Tell me to go to sleep.
I'll remind you I'm watching poetry at rest.
As you drift off,
I'm tucked in by the thought of lying next to the best.
Constellations of points of conversation
Gleam in my dreams.
I wanted you to spill your soul...
You poured it directly into mine.
Now I rest in gold:
Pure, solid peace of mind.

-A. Lewis

Unrequited

Promises are made orally,
Assured mentally,
Backed spiritually,
Yet broken physically.
That's pain across three planes...
Must be why it hurts so critically.
You promised to love me,
Or so I thought.
Relationships are about who extends an olive branch,
Not about who's at fault.
That said,
My arms are damn tired.
I've walked on eggshells,
You've walked on water.
Treated you like no other,
But you speak on us like I make you suffer.
Mistakes? I've made several...
And it seems like the largest one was putting you on a pedestal.
Despite being a cold tundra, I considered your heart arable...
Now, planting fruitless seeds of love has become unbearable.
All I ever really wanted was to be occasionally flaunted,
Consistently wanted,
To have a love that made me face the world undaunted.
I gave a kiss for every hug,
Pulled you closer when doubts would tug.
Forgive me for saying "I" so much,
But I'm selfish with this selfless love.
What does it profit it a man to give the world and lose his mind?
An unrequited soul is not strong enough to hold on to peace and support a spine.
It's a shame that your arms are outstretched,
But they aren't reaching for mine...
It's clear you're seeking any giver you can find.
Anyone can place love in your palms.
Some would snatch it right off of their sleeves for you.
You've definitely got appeal.
Making promises orally,
Ambitious mentally,
Intriguing spiritually,
And attractive physically.
A flame across all three planes...
Must be why I was drawn in instantly.
You promised to love me,
Or so I thought.
Relationships are about who extends an olive branch,
Not about who's at fault.
That said,
My arms are damn tired.
And as they burn with the fire of exhaustion,
I simply hope the next person approaches you with caution.
I'll drop my branches at your feet...
Extending nothing more than a peaceful goodbye.
You'll leave them on the ground to die,
Not realizing they'll only multiply.
One day, you'll trip over them...
And fall face first into humility.
Ironically, you'll reach for them to find peace,
And be met with post-dated futility.
No one will respond orally,
You'll be broken mentally,
Deprived spiritually,
And yearning physically.
That's chastening across all three planes,
Must be the growth you turned down consistently.
You promised to love me,
Or so I thought.
You were really just using love as an olive branch...
To make peace with your own faults.
That said,
My arms are damn tired.
Your burdens are mine no more.
Rather than stay and waste away,
I'll simply leave, while I'm sore.

-A. Lewis

Echoes of the Dark

A shadow, dancing on the wall.
Even though I'm not waiting for your call,
I'm waiting for you to ring...
Ring through my mind.
Echo.
Reverberate so I may regurgitate,
Relive the moments and memories.
Expend myself recapturing the energies.
Some ironic form of synergy...
The truncated pieces of the conclusion meld to continue endlessly.
Highlights of low, dark places.
I've tried to focus on the good times...
But that's like reading a poem with an explosive end,
And attempting to focus on the good lines.
Our plot was twisted.
Not by fate, but by the hands of the innate.
Safeguards and insecurities,
Very defensive and extra critical,
Assassins in the metaphysical.
As they left us reeling,
We also bumped into the glass ceiling,
Better known as expectations.
Ours were great, and caused more dickens than Charles.
They were not unrealistic though...
Just too much for two people that wanted to be enough.
We lost the simplicity.
Intricacy and intimacy are great,
And they can help two people relate,
But not all matters of the heart need to be ornate.
As I piece together tatters of the patterns,
I hear you calling my name.
Excitement hustles over me,
Before shedding to reveal shame.
I said I wasn't waiting for your call...
Yet I was hoping to answer you when I saw a shadow,
Heard your shadow, dancing on the wall.

-A. Lewis

This Time Of Night...

My imagination runs wild at this time of night...
Is it chasing after you?
Why is it that you start sprinting when it's after 2?
Every corner of my mind closes in,
Seeking to trap you, slow things down.
All I'm ever left with is a fast-paced headache.
Throbbing from all of the poking and prodding,
All of the questions that you won't answer,
All of the desires I project on a ghost.
I continue to do the most,
While assuming you care the least.
Somewhere you're resting peacefully,
As I tweet about not being able to sleep.
Late nights that become early mornings...
Meant for passionate lovers or unrequited others.
Doubts rise with the moon,
A high tide of wide eyes staring at facts that haven't changed.
The only difference is that staring for so long has left things rearranged.
What I thought was affection was mere decorum,
What I thought was interest was simple friendliness.
The irony of falling crazy trying to make sense.
It's 3:55...too late to be so live,
Too early to have my mind in overdrive,
Too much of everything to be thinking of anything but sleep,
Yet my shallow confidence resonates in the deep...
My imagination runs wild at this time of night,
Chasing after peace of mind.
I want to be a factor in yours,
But I can't seem to keep more than a piece of mine.
...especially around this time.

-A. Lewis

Message In A Bottle (The Drunk Text)

If I drunk texted you,
Would you suddenly want me next to you?
Even if I didn't want the best for you?
Even if I only wanted sex with you?
There's a reason I hit you up...
You think it's because I've been missing you all along,
But it's really because you're what's safest when I'm all alone.
I remember all of the nights we had together,
So I figure we can be confused and sad together,
Right after we relive what we used to do after we got mad, together.
You assume I must've changed...
That my feelings have now been rearranged,
That I'm ready to admit I was wrong and I want to try it again...
But I'm really just trying to get inside it again.
You were a safe haven for my troubles;
I want you to provide it again.
You always gave love unconditionally,
And that's what I need.
Insecurity is a fire that burns within me,
So when I drink, I also feed.
My speech is slurred,
I'm misspelling my words,
I'm really in no shape to persuade you...
But the memories pervade you...
You lose perspective in the collective feelings,
Forget what time it is, and your defenses end up reeling.
Your soundness of mind is what I'm stealing,
Trying to replace the soundness of mine since it got lost in my dealings...
Wearing a condom won't prevent the seeds I'll leave in you.
The anguish, confusion, and vulnerability will seethe in you,
While in my hangover, I'll ponder less on what I see in you,
And more on how relieving it was to put that "D" in you.
You'll reread the texts, regret the sex,
And hate that you got caught up in thinking ahead to what would be next.
I was living in the moment...
You were blinded by what you thought it all meant.
I wasn't at all being thoughtful...
I simply sent you the message I found in a bottle.

-A. Lewis

Girls Love Rihanna **inspired by Drake's "Girls Love Beyonce"**

See..
Girls love Rihanna.
Girls love that she's a badass.
You?
You're no different, with your bad ass.
You swear you're a part of the "navy,"
Although your actions say "I'm drowning, come save me."
Lately, I can't believe I once thought you would play me.
Your looks slay me, have me near thirst daily,
And your mind captivates me.
So intellectual...such a sapiosexual.
Most guys get lost in you,
Breaking their hearts just to give you a piece...
Not knowing that you keep options, two apiece.
You also shed tears, two at least,
When you're drinking, feeding life to a beast.
You go out at night, leaving safety to find peace...
Your spirit got lost in the lights.
Laying in a cold bed with wet dreams,
Reading dry texts on warm nights.
Continually getting left while looking for Mr. Right...
Always left in the dark, despite being so bright...
Yet you're still the only girl in my sight.
Something about you is just different.
Despite deafening silence within you,
You know just how to listen.
However, we both know that something's missing.
I don't know what it is, but...

I'm not really sure how to feel about it,
Something in the way you move.
Makes me feel like I can't live without you,
Takes me all the way.
I want you to stay...

I want you to stay,
Love me in your special way.
What's missing is the part that I kept on giving,
A heart filled with empty commitments.
You've been hurt and you built walls with the pain,
But I chose to deal with the hurt by filling a moat with the rain.
I don't want you drowning trying to get to me...
Why is it that neither of us can get past history?
What's the point of finding love in a hopeless place,
If we're just going to fall in it at a hopeless pace?
Fail to find trust, only a hopeless trace?
Fail to build a foundation, only a hopeless brace?
Questions, doubts that need not be faced.
We may have baggage,
But I think it's time our luggage gets replaced.
Put your pain in wisdom,
I'll put mine in progress.
We'll support each other through the process.
You're used to dating men that you took on as projects...
I wonder if you'll leave when you realize I'm not that...
Got me gone in my feelings, and I'm not back.
I still don't know what it is, but...


I'm not really sure how to feel about it,
Something in the way you move.
Makes me feel like I can't live without you,
Takes me all the way.
I want you to stay...

I want you to stay.

-A. Lewis

A Bit of Gratitude...

Before I rest my head...
Let me thank you for what's been going on in it.
It's like your essence came along and sang a song in it,
And I've been writing poetry to figure out the lyrics.
It was a song of intrigue; my soul was stirred to hear it.
Most would be wary of such intrusion, and fear it...
I consider you a welcome stranger though, one of the dearest.
Your soul found my imagination's "on" switch,
And dared to do more than just go near it.
Fingerprints left all over the handle...I didn't clear it.
I'm sure if you had known you were there,
You'd have taken the evidence of your relevance and smeared it...
But you were unaware.
I was writing, and it was you to whom I geared it.
Yet, you had no idea that it took that direction because you steered it.
You must not know about your alluring spirit...
But, you must know that I thank you for inspiring mine.
It must be nice to know that you're capable of inspiring minds.

-A. Lewis