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.

Breaking Free

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A prisoner to myself

The doubts I had

Things I feared daily

Stereotypes due to the color of my skin

Judgement about what’s between my legs

Negativity coming out mouths of the miserable

Today I’m breaking free

Moving anything or anyone in the way

I won’t be stopped from being me

-Her Final Entries

Don’t Wake Me

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He crept into my dreams and kissed me like no one ever had.

The moment was engraved in my mind,

and he was who I wanted to see every night when I closed my eyes.

I craved his lips, wishing they were pressed against mine.

Thoughts of him would remain until he walked out of my dreams and into my life.

The Diary of She