“Gullible” By Robin Chappell

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As our breathing closely intertwines in the darkness of the forbidden

I show you myself and every part of my soul that I’ve kept hidden

Your hands and lips lightly brushing against mine sends fire through my spirit

It would be a lie astray to try and say this moment isn’t what I wanted

You pull me in and I push you away for the chance of another day

Begging you to once again leave the room, silent pleas not to love me

Saving you from heart breaking damnation of poison dipped toxicity

You continue your stay and complicate me, in your heart you refuse to believe

Give it enough time, a few stings of insults, and a sprinkle of horrendous pride

The painful moments of distrust paired with silently awkward car rides

I am not to love and love has never been for someone like me

A pain in my side buried too deep, it could never comfort nor relieve

So, please…as I tell you between anxious whispers to save your heart and yourself

That anything too sweet and savory is terrible for your health

For once I choose to be the better person and put all else above me

Deep in the midnight’s clutches

Past all the longing stares and touches

Requesting you place aside all the lust you seek

Begging for you not to make a terrible mistake and love me….

“O” By Robin Chappell

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Take out the knives so you can see me better

The whispers linger on our lips

That one spoken letter has taken us through greater odds

As dark as the depths of the days I spoke naive confessions of “I love you”

“Oh” became so unacceptable, like a deep black hole

To watch those soft folds of your lips form it

Every time I told you that I needed to go

It’s as simple as 1,2,3, as well as a complex science which disagrees

Transitioning into the “Oh”‘s you made me scream before each time you put me sleep

Sloppy “Oh”s enveloped in a dewy lips of a pink rose

To the “Oh”‘s on my chest where you loved to rest your nose

I have no regrets, though I often lie in repose with your “oh”‘s for safer keeping

I’d adorn them on a chain around my brain if I could

Overrated thoughts, I think

Like the final “oh” you spoke when you walked away and never even blinked