Leopards never change their spots. the roots which we grew from are cemented into our patterns of growth that we pursue throughout this life and the next, if we keep the same roots as the first life. we cannot escape where we came from where we find ourselves when we think of where we started. we should not we cannot yet those who are not content with the flaws that come with their roots, try to change, forgetting that Leopards never change their spots.

“i’ll wait for you” she said in jagged breaths with her eyes piercing my soul she picked up her bags five minutes after just to walk out the door and, without me, go.

shoot you up my veins it’s cold, but it will take me away from this place to another that is far away to a place where only i matter.

inject you in my arm my ankle my toes. i’m addicted from the core of every one of my bones and you’re laughing out of flatter but you’re bringing me to the place of disaster. i love it.

my eyes are red now everyone has left even you, only the thought and hallucination of you remains so i shoot myself up again i send you right through my veins just for the imagination of you to take me to a far away place.

I haven’t written about you in a while, Forgive me. I am trying to create a life of my own, a life separate from yours, Forgive me. I am trying to be unapologetic about it, Forgive me. There was a time when you consumed me, but now I’m trying to forget what it felt like to always have you at the back of my mind and make me hyperventilate every time I saw you with my own eyes Just Forgive me. I’ve been trying to hold our bond together With the stickiness of my tears Because all the glue of love And being a mom Has washed away with any form of growth. But this isn’t sticky enough, Forgive me.

And I, I wish I could fly Into your arms when it’s Freezing cold At night.

And I, I wish I could run Run away from this Before I fall In love.

Your, Your T-shirt wreaks of your Words, Promising to stay, it mimics the way you speak, The sound you seem to conjure.

A moment or two, Let me tell you, About the time I died And came back to life. Let me tell you About the time My frown faded And my smile pervaded. Reborn in a silk blanket, After I hit my gong. The snow was cold enough to Embark a cry within me An empty looking weep. But it was my mourning where Everything from the past had Detached itself from my hair, A relief like no other, I hit my gong in pursuance of wonder To find you there. My future enlightened self, Hello, It’s nice to finally exist.

“Pass the salt, will you?” She passed the salt so slickly, her fingers and hand shone under the light of the moon. And the crystal chandelier of course. She did it with such hesitance that he raised his eyebrow in surprise. “What might be the matter?” “Do you know where that salt comes from? What we’ve done?” She met his gaze with the ultimate lack of fear for his reaction. “We’ve been over this,” his eyes surrendered and now focused on his meal, unsalted. He didn’t need anymore saltiness leading to bitterness - his guilt gave him that already. So he put the salt back on the table and started to eat. “Well. Are you going to answer the question?” Her voice failed to jolt him from his frenzy of guilt - one so silent that she thought it was non-existent. “I do know, you know that I do,” his voice was brisker than ever, his authority tainted in his response. “And you’re going to let it continue?” “Yes.” There was silence. A silence louder than his voice. They sat and drank the tormented tears, the turmoil pot of blood from those they murdered. And they called it ‘wine’ despite its thicker consistency. “Fine-dining” for the kings.

Nights spent in my bedroom, Sleeping on my chair Because the imprint of your body lay On my sheets and my pillows And your imprint, with the absence of your body, Is enough to make a grown woman cry.

Sleeping in my chair, Dreaming about the day I let you become The one that got away. I wake up and break a sweat, Or maybe those are just tears, Because you’re gone, And only your imprint remains.

But do you also remember the good sometimes? Or did I wreck the best of you and all that you are? All that you are is love, Even your imprint screams it late at night, Making me twitch in my chair As I sleep. All that you are is sweet love, A beautiful array of flying butterflies enclosed in a frame up on my wall. The love I seem to find now, Compares to nothing when I remember your body before The only thing that remained, Was your imprint. Before you became the one that got away

Back home, life feels like A rush of adrenaline Constantly.

Cars move to the beat of a Techno song I heard while my friend Was high on MD.

People move with the sway of Formula one cars. Unnaturally natural, Back home, In this busy city.

Towers of envy, inside I crawl With my masquerade and the absurdity of it all. I flew with my cape in the dead of night To beckon my lightning sky And her ocean eyes.