Bedazzled

I was stuck to you

Tried so hard to shine for you

Thought you’d be dazzled

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The Note

I wrote this while alive

But if I’ve died

Its fine

I was already dead on the inside

 

For the smiles I’ve caused

Remember me as such

Know that your happiness mattered to me

Because I was never happy much

 

And if I ever brought you to tears

Know that I was crying myself

I’m sorry for the pain I brought

I was asking the wrong way for help

 

If you felt I left too soon

I’m sorry I couldn’t wait

I dealt with so much under the Sun

I needed to find my moon

 

If I let you down

I just couldn’t keep fighting

I felt like I lost everything

And the future was much too frightening

 

Know that I loved you all

I just couldn’t pretend any longer

I tried to stay up but I’d always fall

All I ask is for you to be stronger

 

I wasn’t as strong as you thought

And for that I apologize

Our memories together will never fade

So remember our good times

 

If I fail in my attempt to be free

If I can’t be the same as I was before

I beg of you to pull the plug

Respect my dying wish and let me be

 

-Too Distinct the Poet

The Break Up is Official

Please go check out my video on YouTube. It’s a simple thank you for everyone who has kept up with my series The Break Up. I just wanted to let everyone know that I really appreciate all the advice and critiques as I enjoyed the entire process. The video can be found here. Also I’d ask that everyone check out my new series Messages From LV. I posted only a snippet of it to spark some interest and the rest of the first part will be posted tomorrow morning so be on the look out. If you haven’t already, you can check out the final part to the series The Break Up: Aftermath.  Again, thank you all so much.

-Too Distinct the Poet

Messages from LV

Hey, Idk if this is a real number. Even if it is idk if you’re a real person. Either way I needed to tell someone about this crazy shit I go thru so I texted you. First things first, my name’s Lovely but everyone calls me LV. Right now I’m sitting in a brand new BMW afraid for my life. It’s not my car, it’s Zach’s. Zach is…I guess you could say he’s one of my “guy friends” if you know what I mean. Don’t judge me. So Zach is basically being forced to drop off “a package” at these projects in one of the most hood parts of town. I mean like super scary, I wouldn’t have even came her with a black dude. Oh yeah Zach’s white btw. I have no clue what’s in the duffle bag…well…I have an idea. It could be the usual drugs or money. So yeah to sum this up, I’m in a brand new BMW in the hood while one of my fuck buddies who is nowhere near hood is being forced to drop off some shit. You’re probably wondering wtf I did to get here. I’ll tell you in the next message, I have to grab my charger for this one. Xoxo

-LV

                                               Message Read

This is just something to spark interest in my new short story series. The full story will be posted on Saturday. I hope you all enjoy and as always, comments and critiques are appreciated. Thank you for reading. 

-Too Distinct the Poet

The Break Up: Aftermath

It wasn’t a dream. I just woke up wishing it was. What I wouldn’t do for a genie right now. My first wish would be that I didn’t say any of the things I did last night. I was stuck regretting it all but it just felt so good at the time. To get everything off my chest that I’d been bottling up for months. The way it all spilled out you’d think I was a soda factory. So why was I so hurt? A question I already knew the answer to. It shouldn’t have come out that way. My delivery shouldn’t have been so harsh. She didn’t deserve that and because of it our relationship is probably over. You should always be careful what you say especially when your upset. You should hold your tongue like you would a newborn baby. How could I ever be so careless? If the words were swords then I was throwing knives at her and her feelings where my targets. I’d done more than hurt her, I’d killed her emotionally. Why do we always hurt the ones we love? Is it because the expectations are so high? I’m really not sure but one thing I was sure about was that we were done. Arguments aren’t department stores, you can’t just take things back and everything is fine afterwards. What’s done is done. Maybe we both should have been more open. Then again it’s easy for me to say “we” when I’m the one who caused this. It only takes one small leak to sink a ship yet my statements were an iceberg and her emotions were the Titanic. A catastrophic event for sure. 1 month later…

Staring in the mirror trying to gather myself as I had for the past 30 days. Sometimes it still didn’t feel real. I had finished my novel which helped to take my mind off of her but I couldn’t help but see her as her designs were everywhere. In stores, on celebrities, in magazines and even on television. At one point it was us against the world and then Armageddon happened. Then it was only us against each other. Still staring in the mirror I was left with only a few thoughts…

Break ups are strange. Strange because the people who break up aren’t the same people who started a relationship. See, the goal is to continuously grow together. Unfortunately though, sometimes you only grow apart. In the end you’re stuck looking in the mirror feeling like not only is the person you’ve broken up with unfamiliar, but you don’t even know yourself anymore. 

-Too Distinct the Poet

The Break Up…

So it’s a Friday night, right? Yes, that’s the answer. You’re probably browsing wordpress along with other sites while some scary pre-Halloween movies play on your television. I’m not trying to tell you what to do but maybe you should check out my short story. Part 1 is an introduction to the lives and loving relationship of a wonderful couple and while part 2 may seem like they’re a little too in love, you should be on the lookout for the release of part 3 tomorrow. Thanks for lending me your eyes and as always comments and critiques are not only accepted but also appreciated.

-Too Distinct the Poet

The Break Up: Prequel (Part 2)

“Thanks for last night, babe.” She said as she left for the office. Knowing that she was happy meant the world to me. To know that she woke up happy because she was so pleased with last night made my morning even better. I had a lot of work to do as did she but we both started off on the right foot. I have a novel I’ve been working on seemingly forever. I was hoping to get it done soon and getting it to a major publishing company would be huge for me. She had to continue working on a dress design for some celebrity for an awards show. I can’t remember who but I know it would do wonders for her career if she could impress them so I was encouraging her every chance I got. I wanted her to be successful more than I wished it for myself. Well better get started…”Thank god you’re back!” I exclaimed as she walked through the door of our cozy 2 bedroom apartment. “Did someone miss me?” She asked playfully. “I most definitely did, you were gone for almost ever. I counted.” I played back. Truth is I actually did miss her. Nothing was better than her presence. Nothing. “So how did the writing go?” She asked concerned. “Pretty good.” I lied. I’ve had writers block constantly for some time now and I’ve really been frustrated but I’d never wish to make her apart of my personal problems. I wanted her to always be as happy as she was on our anniversary yesterday. “How was your day?” I asked hopeful. “She loved the designs! She wants me to make the dress ASAP that way we can get it fitted. Then if something happens we can do altercations accordingly.” She was excited and I was so happy for her. “What could happen in such a short amount of time?” I asked inquisitively. “Oh you know, sudden weight gain or loss, something like that. Celebrities with their binge diets and what not.” She explained. I still didn’t remember who the woman was but she didn’t have to know that. I just needed to be happy for her, no reason to tell her I forgot and risk upsetting her…

“Pizza?” I asked already knowing the answer. “Always.” She said smiling. Friday’s were always our pizza night since neither one of us wanted to cook. What are weekends for if not being lazy? For me it was about two uninterrupted days with the woman I loved more than I loved myself. There was nothing she could ever do to make me stop loving her. Nothing. Things may not have been going well for me work wise but as long as I had her, there was nothing else I’d ever want. Nothing. I had never felt this way about another soul and though it was somewhat scary I was ready to take on new adventures as long as she was by my side. “What was that noise?” I asked confused. “The doorbell, silly. You’ve been staring in space for like half an hour.” She teased. “Guess I just got lost in my thoughts again.” I said laughingly. “Well go open the door and get our food so we can get lost in each other.” At that moment my appetite for pizza had diminished as I became increasingly starved for her essence. I would lose myself in her ocean of love and hopefully be lost forever in her pleasure filled abyss. 
-Too distinct the poet
All comments and critiques are appreciated. Thank you. 

The Break Up: Prequel (Part 1)

She means the world to me and I to her. Sometimes I just can’t get over how much I love this woman. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do… “Babe?” “Yes, sweetheart.” I must’ve gotten lost in my thoughts. I do that pretty often. “Are we still going to the place to do the thing?” She asked still confused as to where and what it was. I told her I had a surprise and it’s been so hard to keep my lips sealed all week. Finally though, it’s Saturday and the time has come. “Of course we are, I would never break a promise to you.” I say with a sly smile still giving no clues. “I’d hope not, so are you going to tell me what the surprise is now?” She asked with those puppy eyes that I can never say no to. Except for this time. This time I’d stay strong. “No, you’ll see. ” I respond calmly. Hours later and I was getting dressed in my finest attire. She was asleep on the couch and I kissed her ever so slightly as she felt my lips against her skin and faced me. Blinking numerous times and wiping her eyes she couldn’t believe what she saw. “You’re wearing that!” She asked in astonishment. “Yes” I smiled. “Only for you.” She looked at the clock it was 6 and she knew we had to be there at 7. She jumped up yelling “Oh my god! You’re all dressed up and I have no idea what to…” I stopped her “look on the bed” I said covertly. She went into the bedroom and shrieked when she saw the gown I’d gotten for her especially for this night. “Well hurry up and get dressed” I said playfully “we don’t want to be late.”

When we arrived at the restaurant she was ecstatic. “I can’t believe we’re actually here!” This was a fairly new place to our town and she had been saying how bad she’s wanted to go for quite some time now. It was definitely on the high end when it came to restaurants but nothing was too good for her. Nothing. We had great conversations during dinner. We spoke about work and what the future held for us. I wanted to be a successful writer whereas she wanted to break through the fashion world and be a renown designer. The food was amazing as well. I had glazed salmon dish that was to die for and she had seafood scampi that she fell for almost as hard as she fell for me. It was cloudy when we left and the ride home wasn’t fast enough seeing as we both wanted each other more than anything else. We broke through the door tasting each other’s lips. I wanted her so badly I couldn’t wait to get to the bedroom so I forced her on the sofa and with our lips still locked. There was nothing better than her love. Nothing. I grabbed her waist as I made my way down her body stopping at every sweet spot. Kissing her neck as she moaned only to trail my tongue to her breasts. Pulling the dress down I sucked her nipples slowly and attentively until they rose to solid tips. Twirling my tongue around her areola teasing her only to take slight nibbles on her peaks. Listening to her breathing increase rapidly I was only becoming more aroused. I guided my mouth down her soft skin kissing and licking every inch, I glided down her abdomen and past her mound until I reached her essence. She was so wet for me, so ready. I caressed her thighs with my mouth taking my time because she was art to me therefore she should be appreciated and not rushed. I looked up to see her biting her lip waiting in agonizing patience until I finally embraced her essence. I tasted everything anyone could ever hope for. At that moment she was all I needed. She tasted like my dreams. Everything came to fruition in that moment I savored her uncontrollably. Her sweetness was the meaning of life for me. I licked her clit with short flicks of my tongue as she let go of her inhibitions. “I love you more than anything!” She screamed as her pleasure became music to my ears. It was as if heaven’s gates rained blessings onto my taste buds. There was nothing greater than her love. Nothing. The rest of the night became a blur as we lustfully treasured each other.

“Hey, love.” “Good morning” she replied to me with a smile that could light up the darkest of days. Coincidentally today actually was dark. It was storming, had been since last night when we…I always saw her as a bolt of lightening rather than a bright sunshine. With just a glance she could strike down anything in her vicinity while her beauty was still illuminating to any viewer unharmed. If she was lightening then I was the storm itself. Not always pleasurable to everyone but to the select few who enjoyed the rain and the roaring of the thunder, I was appreciated. Just like a bolt of light in the raging weather, she’d let me know that no matter what, she would always be right there with me.

-Too Distinct

Remember all comments and critiques are greatly appreciated.

The Break Up: Prequel (Excerpt)

“Hey, love.”  “Good morning” she replied to me with a smile that could light up the darkest of days. Coincidentally today actually was dark. It was storming, had been since last night when we…I always saw her as a bolt of lightening rather than a bright sunshine. With just a glance she could strike down anything in her vicinity while her beauty was still illuminating to any viewer unharmed. If she was lightening then I was the storm itself. Not always pleasurable to everyone but to the select few who enjoyed the rain and the roaring of the thunder, I was appreciated. Just like a bolt of light in the raging weather, she’d let me know that no matter what she would always be right there with me.

-Too Distinct the Poet

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