Retrospection
Stumbling on a picture
of two people, smiling
her eyes closed
his right hand on her waist
her head on his left shoulder
his left arm across her body
both of her hands holding his arm
But now
unfamiliar to each other.
Tag: break ups
Connected
Love is temporary
leaving you
with bittersweet
memories.
A taste
of what
forever
means
Keep you
in the album
of great lessons
learned
like
the sanctity of
sharing bodies
how it feels
when souls
intertwine
the comfort
of being loved
all the time
we danced
without music
following
the rhythm
of our hearts
decorating an
over sized Christmas
tree with an abundance
of ornaments we would
only see.
how to be bold
in believing
in your dreams
what it feels
like to have
unwavering support
And that fate
cuts the ties
unraveling destiny
mistakes to
not be repeated
when I see you
next lifetime.
Gone
Once a solitary Sanctuary
My own space
Place
And escape from
The world,
Became what I dreaded
Most.
Alone alone alone
In my own splendor
A haven of laughter and friends
Free
To do what I pleased
No one needing from me.
Independent to a fault.
But hearts get lonely
And search.
Warming up
At the glimpse
Of a new face
Opening the door
To a new version
Of home.
Welcoming kisses
In bed warm
With the one
You adore.
Playing house
And the idea of
What it’s like to be
A spouse.
Making dinner
And baked goods
The secret ingredient
Was always
love.
Dreaming
Creating fantasies
Of what we hoped
Would one day become reality.
But we were
Struggles and hard times
Casualties
Using every
Quarter
Nickel
Penny
Dime
Thinking of get rich
Quick schemes.
Thinking creative
To survive a
Scarcity
Of money.
a prison made
Of insecurities
And hauntings
Of romances past
Yells Reverberating
Off the walls.
Saturated with screams
Succumbing To
the worst version
Of selves,
Picture perfect
Is never what it seems.
Wanting to runaway
Fearing
Foreseeing
The fork in the road way
Divided
Left like
The summer wind.
The phantom of memory
Now a permanent resident.
Purging
Us
From our
Humble abode.
Only choice
To leave
And close
The door
With no return.
Teacher
Leaves droop down
Before it rains
First lesson before
We were friends.
Learning a new code
Of how to live
Helping me to grow wings.
Now understanding the Moon
its cycles and
how it affects an attitude.
Voice etched with Honesty,
describing how music defines
the Universe.
Practicing to love
Without it being
Reciprocated
Giving every
Inch
Minute
And
ounce of my soul
Fulfilled with the
deepest love
I’ve ever known.
illustrated how I was
a natural stone cold
beauty
professing, you are
perfect to me
an angel in disguise.
But Became wise
to see
Past the game
And its lies.
disciplined
In keeping secrets
Mastering how to
Face disappointment
Again
And
Again
Concealing what I felt
Choking on unspoken
Repetitive thoughts
Never heard
Come to me
He said and said
We deceived
Were each other’s pet peeves
But had moments of serenity
Spirits connected and at ease
Holding on to hope
Trying to desperately believe
That we were meant to be
Not just
Push
pull
Gifted me a
vital lesson.
Walk away
from anyone that
Won’t let the mind rest
Feel your best
Makes you take bullets
To the chest
Depressed because your
Voice is oppressed
Only calls to see you
undressed
Has you stressed from
The incessant staring
Of another woman’s breasts
Makes you forget that
You are blessed.
Break the cycle
pass the test.
Abyss
Broken fragments
of where
you once lived
Morning locking
eyes, making
love to sun rise
Bermuda love triangle
Thoughts, negative
on replay
I cut
the tape
Space.
Pieces
Autumn leaves
Disconnecting
From mother seed
Drifting slowly away
Out of reach, destination
Protected and remote
Can’t do it anymore
Tugs at my heart rope
Loss of any hope
In time
The process of
Letting
Go
No longer us
Me
You
I love you
Unsure
tie
Exploring
more
Fly
Final Dance
Deadly tango as
Lovers and friends
Avoiding every turn
Reality was ignored
Red balloon popped
China cabinet shatter
Salty breeze kissing
Grass blades hello
One more kiss
lips I’ll miss
sweet temptation
can’t seem to resist
Tangled arms, legs
Straight to bed
Spinning sheets
Generating heat
instinct’s compass
Spinning, intuition
Setting a torch
In Truth’s direction
death to fantasies.
The beginning of
Reality. Opening
A new dawn’s door.
Bad break up?
The Great Divide
Nothing is picture perfect
It’s always just surface
No trophy wife display
Without a word to say
No deception when
He feels an erection
No crocodile tears
Or empty promises
Fresh flowers to
Falsify fucking
Erased from
My heart
Loss of his name
Face and scent
Throw dirt on the
Casket door
Stranger in every sense
Of the word
No one is messing
With me myself or I
Not Blinded
by anyone’s
lies
Yesenia Guerra 