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i thought by now i’d be wishing you death,

but honestly i’m wishing you life,

just wish i saved my breath all those 11:11’s praying to be your wife,

i gave you my heart i thought you could teach me what love was,

you left it black & blue left me in the dark made me wonder where the trust was,

you begged and cried for a 4th chance but told your friends you left & never mistreated me,

now God tells me I made the right choice daily I’m seeing 4’s repeatedly,

she thinks she won i wonder always if i should warn her of you,

i’d say the mask looks pretty but when he takes it off he steals all above you,

you stayed home all day while i was away working and wondering how i would make it,

you didn’t do shit but i couldn’t quit i just came home quick so i could hurry up and get on top and fake it,

thank you for everything cause now i’m the only one taking light for the shit i accomplish,

you couldn’t give me any credit so i dead it give the pain to your new bitch.

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Soon as I leave you I’m upset

Can’t get over how you get this pussy wet

Without a touch -

Like how did you even start the engine up

Can’t get enough

And I swear I don’t wanna share it’s tough

But I’m so stuck I’d rather share than lose it all,

Sometimes I feel like a placeholder that’s just here until you really fall,

Just here until you blow up and really become a star,

Gon leave me in the dust like some rust for a bitch with a BBL and a fast car,

But I’m so infatuated I’ve situated here just so that you can break my heart,

Been stuck right from the start,

Feeling blue but still stuck like glue still giving you my heart,

#poem #excerpt from a book i'll never write

You have helped me master the art of detachment,

Ask me when do I think of you I say when I is that I haven’t?

You showed sometimes you want it bad but can never have it,

One foot in one foot out cracked at the hinge like a cabinet,

You my lil drug habit,

With it but can’t commit it call it unestablished,

But I have to ask looking at my past should I be past this?

Before it hurts do some damage control of my world tell you to bag this,

Don’t wanna be the girl you talk about in your hit songs that got away,

But you make me feel so temporary I can barely stay,

Would I rather experience you now and cry about it later,

Or cry about it now and wish I stayed later

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I want someone to give my time -

At the drop of a dime I don’t need to select a slot,

Because in their life like mine I always have a spot,

And what we pour into each other ages like fine wine,

No tic for that, trade this for that,

No spitting words like taunting the one with the bat,

They’re just mine-

For one time?

Can I feel like everything I do is for a bigger reason,

Like in every season we keep each other just the right temp -

There is no lies and no treasons because for me they’d just understand,

I want someone to give my time -

Not my tears,

Someone to give all my worst fears,

Because they are my faith,

I want someone to give my time -

Just like they would so happily make theirs mine

#poetry

The first night without you is always the hardest. I find myself writhing in my sheets in my sleep, like my body is trying to reach out for your warmth. Trying to feel the way you make me dream so lucidly when I’m completely awake. And I lay here without rest wondering why I always compare you to my sleep, realizing God gave me you as a sense of peace. The way waking up on a sunday morning, later than usual because you have nothing to do, watching the rain paint brushstrokes on your window; reminds me of the art that is the satiation you give me without so much as a touch. I dream of you on days you lay beside me as much as when I know we both sleep apart- wondering how a love so big can live inside my chest, my beating heart.

If our style

was comparable to a genre of music

I’d call it

naked

and you would just wear me

~What would you be like if you were still here? Would the girl who cried herself into a slump over your casket really be the mother of your children; the way she shouted to God she was angry she would never get the chance to be? The boy who had a crush on me in school- the one who stole my sweatshirts just to smell the remnants of conditioner from my hair- he was there. He warned me you looked so different, that it wasn’t you anymore. They told me you were at work one day and God just took you away, that you laid there alone before anyone found you, maybe for hours. I remember decorating your final place with flowers with your father. You were 18? I can’t remember the name of the cemetery but I remember reading the tombstone of a little boy named Christopher who was beside you. He was 6? I stared so long at the teddy bear on his grave that your father looked at me and asked, “Do you not care?” “You didn’t even cry.” “He died.” All I could do was nod. What would you be like? Would you still bring me around your friends and brag to them how smart I was for someone so young? You would tell them to ask me the questions for which you already whispered the answers to me - just so I could see the astonishment on their faces when I knew how to reply. You told me I could be anything, I could be anyone, I could go anywhere. I still believe you. What would you be like if you were still here?~

I spend all night awake

because deep down I hate the idea

of wasting time

not consciously savoring you,

and bathing in the light that is your presence,

I spend my day entranced

by the dark parts of you coming out

to see the sun,

And somehow it feels like

you’re inside my head

and I’m inside yours,

inside of me —

a whole other meaning to intimacy.

I’m scared of thinking about how much time,

I have to love you,

So when I touch your skin I imagine,

this is my own piece of heaven,

that these immaculate spaces between

two bodies

could be a piece of eternity

trapped inside an hourglass.

You may break me down and beat my,

Words, my thoughts, my highs,

You may burn me like the glistening ash,

But still, like smoke, I’ll rise.

Does the art on my skin upset you?

Why are you beset with hate?

Cause I walk like I’m a gallery paintings,

Each and every one hand made.

Just like oil and like fire,

With the certainty of the wise,

Just like the inferno that burns inside me,

Like the colors of the flame, I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Scathed and destroyed inside?

Shoulders falling like the acid rain from the sky,

Weakened by the thunder of my cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Does your mind feel like it’s frayed?

Because I can be so silk and soft,

And yet fierce and sharp as a blade?

You may stab me with your pain,

I know it makes you smile inside,

To see my hurt and blood pour out from inside,

But still, like God lended his hand, I’ll stand on my feet and rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

It should come as no surprise,

I walk like I’ve got diamonds

Instead of iris in my eyes.

Out of the hurt and history’s shame, I’ll rise,

From the past of saying all lives are treated the same, I’ll rise,

I’m a dagger and a blade, but silk whose softness flies,

Too complex for the mind to follow,

so I rise.

made of colors you wouldn’t know how to mix with paint, filled with a love you wouldn’t know how to recreate

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The biggest thing we take for granted, is time. The very thing that exists only to destroy us, but doesn’t exist at all. And we take time for granted in love. We save our love for later, telling ourselves there’s a better time for this; a less complicated time, a time where it won’t feel so hard, a time where maybe love will outlive and over power pain. We tell our love it’s too loud, it’s too angry, it’s too obnoxious; we pack it away into a little box in the back of our mind, and we build walls around it, thinking we have all the time in the world for someone to come search for it, and break us down. But we don’t. Because time is the one thing that we tangibly have, but can never control. It laughs at our plans and spits in the face of those who believe they know the right time for things to happen. It does the fucking rain dance on our entire life every time it decides something for us. Every time we forget to call our love, only to find out their time has run out; how you watch time pass as you listen to their voicemail just to hear their voice again. Every time we forget to cherish our love, only to find they are giving their time to someone else. And most of all, every time we save our love for later, only to come back and find it has dried up and withered away; just like the flowers he brought you when he told you now isn’t the time, and watched your tears fall onto the petals.

Not everyone deserves me to be gentle for them because that’s how they go in for the kill,

Swear I’ll be running circles for them while they stand still.

They love to say live isn’t real when they see people part ways but I would like to argue the exact opposite,

Love is gentle and kind, relentless and unforgiving like the gravity of time itself,

And if it wasn’t real they would rather stay together and rip each other apart,

Than part ways to see the person they adored happy even without them.

One thing about me, I can’t do things half way. If I’m going to clean, I’ll wait days and let it build up before I spend a whole day tearing it apart and putting it all back together. If I’m going to make art, I won’t do it in pieces but take hours to make 1 big piece and I won’t touch it again until I can dedicate all my time to it. If I’m going to fuck, I’m going to pull out all my toys and show you how I want to be touched - I’ll tell you exactly what I need and show you exactly what I can do - or I’m not going to be touched at all. This also goes for how I love. If I’m going to open up to you, I’ll let it all build up before I spend the whole time I see you tearing myself apart to let you in, before I putting it all back together once you have climbed inside. If I’m going to make a bond, I won’t touch it until I know I can put all my dedicated time into it. If I’m going to show you my heart, I’m going to pull out all my insecurities and show you exactly how I need to be held. I’ll tell you exactly what I want and how bad I want you - that or I won’t want you at all.

Actions run cross-crossed lines around words until they are torn apart from the strings they attached,

told my mother I love her but only the phone calls and quality time make her remember that, every day,

everyday life is the anomlie of what is this and what’s meant to be,

inner child banging at the cage she plays in crying mommy set me free,

I can’t just be, I was never meant to see the me I became and I can’t believe,

The words you force feed me take a step back just so I can breathe.

I have such a hard time feeling wanted and you make it feel so effortless. I’m the wallflower wannabe, sits by herself but everyone wonders why. If you’re pretty and you’re quiet you’re probably a bitch, so I wear that like my trophy since everyone wants me to so badly. Things that everyone else can do so easily feel like a struggle for me. Constantly trying to think 5 steps ahead because that seems like the only way I can keep up.

Out of breath trying to assert that I belong, I sing my own song but no one seems to ever sing along,

Maybe I’ll just keep singing anyway.

Next time you’re in your own world, take me there too.

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