Beauty & The Beast

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He gawked at me as if I was the prettiest woman he’d ever seen.

Every day, he found a new way to compliment my beauty.

It wasn’t my external appearance that kept him intrigued; it was what he saw internally that sent a signal to his heart.

The signal that said it was okay to let go because I was the one.

His hard exterior shattered revealing a softer side, but when we made love, the look in his eyes let me know I was still fucking with a beast.

Renee, Sydney. The Diary of She – Vol. II: Poems & Affirmations .

My ‘Seed’

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As the seasons passed, I watched you grow.

Finally, I understood what it meant to feel alive.

Whenever I felt butterflies, it was you saying, “hi.”

For months, I watched as you rested on my side.

Though painful, I was happy you were keeping me aware you were alive.

You blossomed into the most beautiful being I’d ever seen.

Born with a crown, you’re for sure a King to be.

Renee, Sydney. The Diary of She – Vol. II: Poems & Affirmations .

Lethal Love

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He’s a disease that won’t stop spreading.

How can I get rid of him?

I swear he’s making me sick.

He’s consuming my every thought.

I feel him beneath my flesh.

He makes my blood boil, but he’s the only one who knows how to cool me down.

His touch is irresistible and his smile hypnotizing.

I forget about my surroundings.

I’d follow his every command and submit to everything that is him.

Every wall that I built came tumbling down.

I was left looking him in the eyes, praying he didn’t ignite the flame in my heart that took years to put out.

As he pierces me with those beautiful eyes, I can feel him eating away at me, breaking me down until finally I say, “Let’s give us another chance.”

He’s toxic, but I’m addicted to the feeling.