Poetry to My Lips: Love Vs. Lust

By W. Reign

Let W. Reign entice you to dive headfirst into the debate of love vs. lust and skepticism vs. optimism, in this collection of thought-provoking poetry with a sensual and erotic twist. Open your mind, by inhaling this raw and uncut emotional journey communicated through her poetic expression. Allow her words to blur the lines of how you interpret each emotion. I promise you will eventually sift through the blur, and clearly appreciate this abstract work of art, we call life, all the same.

Enjoy the ride.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: May 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9781667871721

Book preview

PART I:

LOVE

vs.

LUST

Introduction to Love

Journey with me, as I travel through a relationship that has always found me at my most vulnerable stages in life - my relationship with the many phases of love. I was always drawn to the mountain top of love, but never had I been fond of the vulnerability associated with its valley. Yet I’m an optimist, because I’ve experienced love in many stages; the birth of love, the euphoria of love, the monotony of love, the heartache of love, the regret of love, and worst of all, the death of love. Each stage has taught me countless life lessons, but despite the teachings, my constant thirst for that initial high of new love, keeps me coming back for more.

Writing out of raw emotion has been therapeutic, and as I’ve dissected my relationships, I’ve realized that I’ve always been in love with the idea of love, and once that feeling of euphoria was gone, more times than not, so was I. I’m drawn to the excitement of climbing up the mountain, but it’s always been the mundanity of peace, which causes me to lose my footing and tumble slowly down the hill. However, throughout my many plummets, I’ve learned to classify my insatiable tendencies, as simply a person with a tenacious quest to find mind-blowing, firework-worthy, poetic love. The thrill of the search keeps me inspired. I never understood how anyone could embrace the pentacle of anything, without also experiencing its hollow grave of pain. The appreciation of the peak feels intoxicating after death, and it’s that desire that causes you to forget about the pain you once felt, and climb up the mountain yet again and again.

Welcome to my personal rollercoaster of relationship insanity… buckle up and enjoy the ride!

Savior

SAVIOR

I tried to reach through the agony and pull out my strength

Blood

Sweat

Tears

And broken nails 

Will all be worth the pain

Yet I admit that I’m weak

My brokenness has reached its peak

I feel

Fractured

Delicate

Exposed

Unworthy 

And despite my fragility I was sturdy enough to love you

I’m a self proclaimed savior

A fixer

A healer

One that shrinks

So you can rise 

Lifting you up

While falling backwards myself

Carrying around your baggage as if it was my own

Internally I was defeated and depleted

Your damage so heavy it exceeded

the weight limit of your emotional capacity

You had a twisted way of redirecting my thoughts

Fingers always pointed back towards me

At times I’d question my value

The doubt birthed insecurity

Not seeing my worth

Nor aware of your lack of maturity

Red flags were blurry

Or did I refuse to see

I was exhausted internally

Trying to piece someone back together that longed to stay broken

Love stood on the sideline knocking at a locked door that had no key

It’s not that

Love Don’t Live Here Anymore

It’s that love is finally realizing it can’t continue to gasp for air in your smoke 

I’ve come to terms 

Not everyone is emotionally capable of handling love 

Their hands are weak

From holding on to the memories of past hurts

Not allowing the feeling of vulnerability to surpass the pain

Love is misused and abused

By those that refuse 

to heal

Yet I’m a self proclaimed savior

One that’s fallen in love with the idea of love

Countless times staring at the doorway to my heart

Praying for God to force your feet to walk through

Yet at times I dust my crown

Praying for God to slam shut the door and deliver me from your grip 

Momentarily confident I’m over you

Yet more times than not

I slip

Envious of people whose conviction allows them to pull through 

Wishing I had more love for self

Than the love I have for you

No Roses

NO ROSES