Déjà vu

I thought that I had forgotten you…
left you in the past where you belong.
But being here, in this place where you grew up, I don’t know why I can’t help but think of you.
This place, so unknown to me, wreaks of your essence and I hate it.
Why are you on my mind when I’ve never been here with you?
Why is your name on my tongue when I don’t even miss you!

-Mamello Maitse

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Strangers

We were close once…
And now all we are is strangers with history.
Yet I smile when I think about you…
My heart still finds you familiar.

– Mamello Maitse

She Dances

She sways her hips to the rhythm of a beat that flows to her tips.
Her lips they press as she grabs her dress and her hands her frame caress.

There’s a fire in her eyes…
A sensual flame that flickers and flaunts as sultry sounds her body taunt.
She moves, she grooves, her inhibitions are loosed and for once she won’t have to choose…
between being herself or the one she tamed.

In this state all is fate when music is her bait.
She yields her will to the tempos advances and in a trance…

She dances.

– Mamello Maitse

Walking away

I have ended things…
Walked away from people more times than I can count.
But never have I felt that I was walking away from LOVE, until you.
Yet, it still feels like the right thing to do.
And so I can’t look back…
My heart won’t stand a chance if I do.

– Mamello Maitse

“Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction”

our love…
exists.
our love exists,
behind closed doors,
behind four walls
that push up against my lungs
squeezing until I suffocate.
our love exists while you
stand there and stare,
open mouthed
unable to accept
the fact that you denied
a delicate butterfly
the right to take off
that you set fire to a field
of tulips that were begging
for new fallen rain.
you touch me with electricity,
but i am used to this burn.
i am used to this broken feeling;
the feeling after your wings have been
plucked off
and every last layer of skin
has been set on
fire.

– By Alex