Where do I belong.
Where do I fit.
All these years all you did was string me along.
To your friends and you I was considered the misfit.
I believe my days here are numbered.
Watch as the casket is primed for the hearse.
Wounds still fresh like a mint out of your mothers purse.
No point to prolong the process.
Here arrives doomsday.
Fuck it
I never belonged here anyway....
We’ll share this umbrella all the way home.
Fingers touch and interlock around the aluminum stem.
Shoulders touch as streams of rain fall from the umbrellas awning.
Feet send ripples through puddles.
Cars fly by, turn puddles to tsunamis.
Two unknowns, united by torrential downpour.
Lips touch, both savor the moment.
Because they know it’ll be over in a New York minute....
And yet here I sit writing about you again.
And yet here I sit crying over you again.
And yet here I sit insanely torturing myself again.
And yet here I sit reminiscing of the day I met you again.
And yet here I sit yearning for your company again.
And yet here I sit realizing, I was never enough for you again.
And yet here I sit knowing I have the inability to be loved again.
And yet here ...
It was supposed to be a day of many more to come.
But unbeknownst to me, that I’d be left tased and shocked like a stun gun.
Though a familiar feeling, that was abandonment.
It wasn’t spur of the moment or some fucked up accident.
Pre-mediated Orchestrated emotional dismantlement.
The fire inside dims like the wick of one of your candles lit.
There was a time you were oh so hesitant.
Of allowing ...
Out of the jumpsuit.
Off the prison block.
Form a straight line and follow suit.
Head down ignore the shakedown probably another racial dispute.
The CO in hot pursuit.
Its like a natural birth.
But the chains and cuffs.
Umbilical cord.
Think twice about the meaning of freedom.
You’ve no idea what you’re in for.
Do you feel prepared?
Or are you anxious and scared?
Rewind 20 years,
Remember how ...
Attn: this started as the prompt but turned into something completely different.
7 years old.
I am a seven year old boy.
I love my dad because he gets me new toys.
I hate leaving my toys because I have to be a schoolboy.
School stinks so I sneak in my gameboy.
17 years old
I still have love for my action figures and gameboy.
But I’m older now.
I’m in high school wow.
Time with toys replaced wi...
I won’t sit here and reiterate shit you already know.
See, I don’t know if you’re struggling because you’re not around.
Tears fall in disdain, manifestation of wicked thoughts that I try to reframe.
Enduring the pain.
Crying hysterically trying to refrain.
From teetering on the edge of being level headed or insane.
Nothing is working not even the bumps of cocaine.
Twelve gauge and the couch pillo...
Beneath the surface
I am just a person who has feelings
Beneath the surface
You are just a person who has feelings
Beneath the surface
I realize that the capacity to love me may not be present for you in this moment
Beneath the surface
It’s ok because you are a person who has feelings
Beneath the surface
I do not want to be loved conditionally
Because I too am a person who has feelings
B...
I was thinking about you packing.
I believe you have the right idea.
I sat there and told you about me relapsing.
I get it, you want to face your demons.
Your judgment is clouded, your world collapsing.
You’re letting go a part of your life that I think you may regret.
I hope that you can see it through my lens.
Let me help you redirect.
Loving you should never be in question or doubt.
But you lo...
