Love

THIS ISN’T HEALTHY

This. Isn’t. Healthy. And I know it. The way you allow me to drown in you. Fill my lungs up with your very essence only to bring me to the brink of death just so you can give me mouth-to-mouth and breathe life into me again. Your absence is suffocating. Your silence is the pressure suppressing my larynx, yet when you speak it’s the only melody I want to hear, and I find my voice again. This. Isn’t. Healthy. You are similar to the sun rays on summer days and despite the errands I have to run, all I want to do is lay in the grass and allow you to cover me despite my allergies. You are a clear night’s sky and our love is all the stars I wish upon at least until pollution proves otherwise and what I thought I saw was just a smoke screen. When someone shows you who they are, believe them....

PRECAUTIONS WOMEN TAKE TO GET A MAN

We women are celestial beings. We are givers of life, sweet nurturers, ferocious protectors and the walking embodiments of what loyalty is and looks like. We also possess the immense power to conquer and rule nations and/or conglomerates. However, all these empowering adjectives that describe us—adjectives we proclaim to be—all go out the window when it comes to a man we are interested in. For whatever reason, we as women instantly dim down our illustrious light, as if we’re afraid to outshine a man’s. Maybe it’s because we want to ensure he feels like a man, in hopes he’ll realize that we can be all he needs and more. Why is this, though? Why do we as women make the conscious decision to not be ourselves in order to get the man we want? Our parents and society have taugh...

YOU: A POETRY COLLECTION

They were as smooth as the beaming rays that poked through the clouds of that November sun. As familiar as my favorite track playing on a loop in my backyard on summer nights. As inviting as your smile when you wanted me to sing along to that song you used to adore so much that it became ours. Even if I hated it with every ounce in my heart, I put up with it just for you. – lips.   My auburn lips stained your cheek as the leaves fell the afternoon of our second date. You held me close on winter nights as we watched stand-up. You stopped picking flowers from your backyard as spring passed us by just to leave me like a hot mess under the summer sunlight. -seasons.   You didn’t like the mole on your chin. You used to say it was too prominent for your face and how you disliked ...

CAN A SEPARATION SAVE MY MARRIAGE?

“I did not sign up for this!” Does this phrase resonate as a constant voice in a person’s mind? One may even question where the marital bliss went. Marriage can be so fulfilling! However, for some, it has brought great challenges. Sometimes marriage will reach a point where the love seems to be a distant memory. The days of sitting with excitement waiting for the love of your life to call or come home so that you can greet him/her with loving arms and a passionate kiss have been replaced with anxiety and stomach cramps at the thought of having to be in the same space as the person with whom you were once in love. You cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel and divorce has become a very close reality. But, why do many skip separation and go straight to divorce? It’s because marr...

I APOLOGIZE FOR MY LOVING HEART

Today I stand before you to apologize for my loving heart although I know I shouldn’t. Although I know that it is just part of who I am: All messy, no makeup, clumsy and tripping over my own feet, with my head in the clouds. All jealous, irrational, stubborn as hell. All gentle and soft, all lovely, loving and loved. I apologize to you for my heart because it is something you never wanted and I still gave it to you to hold. I apologize for making you live in my heart. You wanted to leave, remember? You wanted to break free in the first months and unknowingly I pulled you in again. Maybe you should have left, you should have left, you should have left. I apologize to you for my heart because maybe you would be better off now if you had never met it, held it, loved it. If you had never grown...

AN OPEN LETTER TO FAMILY DURING THE HOLIDAYS

Family. The people who were by your side as you grew up. The people who share your DNA or mannerisms or memories. Some you knew your whole life and saw every day. Others came and went throughout your life, each playing a different role. But no matter what, family should be loving and kind and there for you when no one else is. But not all of them are. During the holidays, many of us are reminded of what we don’t have. For some, it’s the parents who were supposed to cook meals for them and fill the Christmas tree with presents. For others, it is supportive family members who were supposed to protect them from the harm that holidays brought. For me, I lack the fond memories of baking cookies with my grandmother. My maternal grandmother was not the type of grandmother you see in Publix commer...

THE VOID OF LONELINESS

No one teaches you how to heal your howling void of loneliness. No one tells you how bitter it tastes, how suffocating it feels and how hopeless it looks sometimes. No one prepares you for those moments when you are completely disconnected from the rest of the world. No one teaches you how a wounded heart will always seek for a piece of affection from every stranger it meets. No one warns you that your love hunger created by the broken hands and hearts of those who gave you life, and then ungainly deprived you of affectionate moments, will sometimes push you into greedy and immature embraces of people who destroy you faster than life itself. No one tells you that not everyone would be able to see a vulnerable and fragile heart behind well-accomplished words and sentences, bright goals and ...

YOU

Today was one of those nights when I wish I was lying next to you, You have a way to put me at ease And incredibly it’s just with your words. Tonight is one of those nights I wish I could wake up at 3 a.m. and roll into you… Having your hair in my face but my arms wrapped around your body Tomorrow is one of those mornings I wish I could wake you up with a gentle kiss and hold you close and start my day off where I want to be… with you.     Author: Ravina Miles Email: rdmiles01@gmail.com Author Bio: Science geek by day and amateur writer by night. Inspired by love. That is all.

SAM

I met the other Sam when I was 14 years old. I say “other” because I also go by such a simple nickname as Sam. He called me Samantha, though; there couldn’t be two Sams. There were always two Sams though—the common “Sam and Sam” spread like wildfire. “Hey Sam, how’s Sam?” Back then it got old, today it’s a fond memory. He was different than all the others. We got to experience each other when we were just innocent 13- and 14-year-old children. We weren’t broken, chewed up and spit out, soulless and shitty millennials yet. We just wanted to be kids and have fun. It was 2004. Gwen Stefani had just come out with Hollaback Girl, Avril Lavigne was the poster child for what punk rock was supposed to look like, every tween needed the coolest away message on their AOL Instant Messenger...

BUILDING TRUST IN YOUR RELATIONSHIPS: LESSONS FROM A CHEATER

How I Arrived to Where I Am Now I cheated on my boyfriend of five years with the man that is now my husband. My now-husband was torn when I made my first move, too good of a man to consider being the “other man.” I persisted and, in the end, we had a brief romance. It all occurred in the weeks leading up to my departure. What was meant to exist on its own, inside a hermetically-sealed bubble, was actually the undoing of my five-year relationship with my boyfriend. I was the instigator of its demise because I knew that this had been more than a fling. I knew that my would-be-husband was something far more. But I had no idea, nor model, for how one goes from being the “piece on the side” to being “the main dish.” Based on my time with my boyfriend, I swore I knew what it would all look like....

TODAY

Today I crossed paths again with the necessity of having you between my legs deep inside, ’til you reach my inner core. I remember that moment of realization that miracles were possible the first time I looked into your eyes. Right after, the magic and hope returned to me. Yes, it is true. I would not lie, getting under your sheets was a memorable adventure. A mistake I would not mind drowning in repeatedly. Today I crossed paths again with that part of myself that never hides, but I never face. The one encouraging me to run away, to stop in front of your toes. To kiss you again, kiss you to death and keep running, keep hunting the shades (of us). Today I will jump to the abyss of my memories. I will turn to dust my mystery/misery to play the happily ever after. Today, today will be ...

NIGHTMARES AND DREAMS

I have learned how to better wear these pains on my skin, how to hang them from my fingertips and make charades of the nightmares that haunt me, so that you might witness that which you cannot truly see I have gone so far as to explore the places within me otherwise left behind locked doors Be patient with me And I promise you will see That which I do not yet understand myself – Nightmares in Charades     Can we meet again? In a few years? In another life? When I have learned The hurt of losing you Because I am Looking at you now And I already know That I do not appreciate, Do not care for you The way you deserve to be But I would say goodbye Shatter this heart with my own hands If you would allow me that glimmer Of hope That I might find you again When I can worship you Th...

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