Category: What is Love?

Let’s start in the middle

Let’s skip the beginning where games lay and you suppress your feelings.
Let’s start in the middle; where you share your fears, goals, and dreams and you are open to love and the idea of laying next to me.
Let’s start in the middle, where toying around won’t define your ability to catch feelings and games won’t cloud our vision from seeing a happy ending.

-Kbeautifulmind

Crazy Women

Crazy Women,
Don’t let the world make you stiff.
A man has made you believe that you are insane, as he confused you into disbelief.
Causing you to confuse hardness for strenght, silly woman you are not crazy!
You see, we as people label those who are more knowledgeable than we are “insane” because we are envious of their gifts and strenghts.
Your inability to feel and understand is considered an ability to survive.
So let him call you crazy, for it only means he is no fool, and he knows what your capable of and that nothing can get through you.
He knows you are real, as real as they get, and that you are gifted to feel emotions some can’t yet comprehend.
So go ahead and feel deeply girl, and cry, laugh, love how you need to and proudly be “crazy.”
Because you should be smart enough to know that your strenght is not defined by your emotions and neither is your insanity.
It’s called being human.

-Kbeautifulmind

Here I am…

Here I am on his bed once again.
His dirty little secret is what I am.
He doesn’t love me, he never will, for I am not relationship material.
He loves another and this I know, yet I have no one to call my own.
So here I am on his bed once again, as he talks dirty to me and rips off my dress.
He takes my panties off with his teeth, and for a moment I feel pleased.
Until I think of her and I, and how I can’t compare to her and what she’s got.
Here I am on his bed once again, the other woman, the one who feeds him his piece of cake.
The one she cries about, and hates so much, the one that doesn’t let him arrive on time.
I sometimes wish I could explain myself, tell her he’s the one I love, but I don’t dare.
For what I feel doesn’t matter here, I am just his little whore and she’s the one he can’t let go.
Here I am on his bed once again, degrading myself because I have no one to call my own.

-Kbeautifulmind

I wrote this, only because I can only imagine how mistresses feel and why they must continue on with that role.
Is it love?
I’d wish I could understand what makes women betray other women in this way?

I want you

I don’t need you, and that’s what makes you special.
I want you, and wanting you like this feels so much better than needing you or anyone, as a matter of fact.
I want you, me wanting you is pure, it’s actual, it’s honest, it’s real.
I’ve never wanted anyone in my life, but somehow you have come along and I want you.
I want to continue to feel the emotions you bring me upon.
I want to continue to see your smile on mornings when we can sleep in.
Only to be followed by morning love making and yummy breakfast to finish.
I want to continue to laugh so naturally like only you have made me do.
I want to bicker about the little things we bicker about on purpose to mess with the other.
I want to continue to get to know you, and I want to see where it all goes.
I don’t need you, I want you.

-Kbeautifulmind

I won’t…

I won’t beg someone to love me.

If it’s one thing I have always known, there is no use in hopeless pleas.

Not everyone you fall in love with will be yours to keep.

You see the thing about love is that it’s not technically reciprocal, because falling in love is actually a one way street.

You fall in love because YOU love how that person is, yet they might not find you as intriguing as you found them to be.

There is no need in asking someone to stay, for if they saw your worth and value they would never try and walk away.

I want to be loved unconditionally by someone who likes me for me, I do not wish to fight so hard just to make them see me for me.

I do not have time to prove to someone I am what they need, for only they know what it is they want and require, plus you can’t just magically light the fire…

The fire will come from within, it will always be lit; even if it doesn’t last it is something that can’t just go out in minutes.

Therefor I won’t beg for someone to love me, there is no use in hopeless pleas.

For love isn’t something you can just give, it’s something that is felt and builds up with time, something that you feel when you give someone a chance to see them for what they can be.

-Kbeautifulmind

You been on my mind

You been on my mind.

I lose myself in time just thinking of your face.

God only knows, why he brought you in my life, but what I do know is I wanted you to stay.

I thought you felt it too, the comfort and the warmth.

There was something about you, that made me feel at home.

Your body was so comforting, your smile made me happy.

In you I saw something I had never felt before.

With you I felt confident and complete, so I figured you felt it too.

You been on my mind, I lose myself in time just thinking of your face…

the face I’ll never get to kiss again.

-Kbeautifulmind