art, Bipolar, bipolar disorder, creative writing, Poème, Poemas, Poems, Poesia, Poetry, Uncategorized

I have been longing for more than your lips

Whilst your bones were brushing mine
Innocently,
The sweetest lighting aroused my spine.

Of course I wanted you to press a rose into my lips-
Shyness stopped me.
Of course I desired your kiss!

You holding me close
Whilst I tasted your lips
Didn’t rid me of my longing, yearning, desire
For more than your lips.

I have spent all week anticipating the moment I would kiss you,
Hold you,
Touch you,
Let you touch me,
Let you satisfy me with you mouth,
Make love to you.

Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

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creative writing, Poems, Poetry

There is no consolation

Occasionally I feel a throbbing pain at the depths of my heart. 

I pour my soul out in art

To console myself,

In an attempt to forget.

But it seems you never forget

You just get better at pretending to forget. 
I want to cry but I don’t even have the consolation of tears. 

I always feared

The sharp blows of lost love.

Tears 

aren’t even enough

Because nothing makes up for what you’ve lost, 

What you once had. 

Everything else seems so insignificant in comparison to what you have lost. 

You have lost your whole world and you will never get it back. 

Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

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