Pieces

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I’m sorry about my broken self
The pieces I throw at your feet
From past lovers
I’m sorry they broke me for you
But we’re all circumstances
Of something that was once beautiful

I live in the constructs
Of a man’s world
Where chivalry is counted
In multiples of women,
I’ve once succumbed to this idea
And I beg for forgiveness

I’m sorry my pieces
Might never come together
Like my heartbeats
Are continuous but disjointed
I’m sorry my pieces
Mar my intentions of a love whole

But you’re my now
A somewhat fleeting feeling
Of forever and it’s promises,
That if I should fall along the way
Your love will be the guiding light
That leads me home.

– Smyekh David-West.

From The Inside Out

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I feel there’s something
In my heart
Something that knocks
From the inside out
Something that’s in love
With the thought of you

I feel there’s something
In my eyes
Something that’s blinded
From the inside out
Something that’s never seen
Anything more beautiful

I feel there’s something
In my spine
Something that shivers
From the inside out
Something that’s never felt
A kiss so complete

I feel there’s something
In my dreams
Something that begs
From the inside out
Something that needs
You for an eternity

I feel there’s something
In my soul
Something that dances
From the inside out
Something that compels
Me to fall in love with you.

– Smyekh David-West.

Of Sorts

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I have a new definition
Of how I feel
It’s in my somewhat long strides
In search of comfort
Or maybe a reassuring voice

It’s in the number of times
I think I’ve said your name unconsciously
In fear that I might have lost you
Because my heart is feeble
And I’m now man enough to admit

This is my languid attempt at contradiction
A subpar form of affection
I learnt to nurture in my youth
For what I truly mean to say
Is that I fall for you
With the force of ten thousand marching soldiers

But this will be just another poem
Word play of sorts
Another glorification of all you mean
To me and more
An ample confirmation of the flaws
That grow with my love for you.

-Smyekh David-West.