I never wrote you poetry
Because with you
I lived in a thousands poems, and
I pray you remember the words I couldn’t write.

On rainy days
I taste your tears
And the pain I put you through
Sticks to my taste buds

This is I’m penitent
For I stopped believing in our love
This is gracias
For the chances; because you believed.

I like to believe you never left
Because your kisses are hard to find
And your touch is always missing
Thus, I like to believe we never met.

I still remember you in our songs
And I listen to them sometimes
But it sends shivers through my core
And brings my soul to tears

You’d think my devotion
Would grow weary with age, but
My love for you has a lasting presence
Because your existence is worthy of love

I wish you could feel my love
And know that its in fine feather
But there’s a certain eclipse
Knowing you’re lost to the world.

– Smyekh David-West.


La Douleur Exquise


I used to look for love in obscene places,
Like maybe the darkness I feared
In my childhood home, had a beating heart
With lots of love for me.

Just maybe she would have been a beautifully painted bungalow
With a glass door and two front windows
Because the girl that loved me at the time
Lived within the walls of the adjoining house.

But the one I loved lived across the street
And it was through my two front windows
I watched her walk to my front door
Under the supervision of my mother.

I still hear her cries
And I’m still watching her chase
After my mother’s Mazda
From the back window, on the day we moved.

Some days I run out of the moving car
And hold her in my arms
Other days my knees are still stuck to the the seat of the car
Watching what might have been the love of my life.

– Smyekh David-West.