"Mon Cheri," he whispers to me into the dead of the night.


Love knows no bounds

His touch is like a drug and I come alive

"Mon Cheri," he whispers to me into the dead of the night

His voice is like a lullaby, a magnet luring me out of my slumber

He desires something he cannot have...longing for attention..

pleading with his eyes

In hopes that I give into the hunger I have for him

I cannot deny the ache in my heart when I am away from him, yet

I cannot pine over someone so complicated

You crave my essence one day and fight it tomorrow

Conflicted is what you are

Anxious of the decision I have yet to make

Will I be with you for eternity while fighting the demons within me...

or can I fight this battle and set aside my love for another time?

Decisions must be made, closure needs to be addressed

But what more can I do when I am a constant war with myself.

I do not want to run my lover away with my past, my imperfections

my skeletons

And yet I still crave him like a moth to a flame

The question still remains... is he going to fight against our love or give in

to addiction

It is only a matter of time before the drug settles in or the darkness takes


Will I be your opioid or will I be what you fear the most...

Loving someone so much that it may break you

Take me with you and be my dark butterfly in the night

And I will be your raven in the daylight

A protector, lover, my fix, my beloved

You and I can no longer run away from the truth.

We are destined to be. Don't run from a curse and a blessing.


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Nazarie Manning

I am a college student, I love to read to talk and think occasionally and I’m just here expressing my thoughts

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