Trusting someone is like handing that a person a gun, certain he will not shoot you. Being smart is handing someone a gun without a bullet.

-j.b.

“You are an art. A framed masterpiece that not everyone can fathom. A mixture of colors; light and dark. Though you consider yourself an abstract, the museum is where you belong.”

-j.b.

They say that love
is not about
Keeping a person
All for yourself.
They say that
When you love someone,
You know
How to let go.
Perhaps that’s the reason
We are meant
To be apart;
For you’re the only person
I loved this much
And likewise I am
To you.

(Until we meet again, my love)

-j.b.

“You’re perfect”
He said as he stared at my naked body
As he stroked my neck down to my hips
As he rested my arms on his shoulder blades

“No, I’m not”
I replied as I reticently looked away
As I covered my chest from the cold
As my cheeks turned bright red from the compliment

He, then, laid me down
And his lips found its way to mine
I could feel the pressure as he’s on top of me
But there’s no pain but affection

He paused for a moment
“What’s wrong?” I asked curiously
“Nothing” he replied
“I just never thought that perfection can be grasped by my hands.”

–j.b.

They say
the
universe
is vast
and
endless.

I wonder
how
you
contain it
in
your eyes.

-j.b.