‪These tears dry a bit quicker each time‬.

Read: 2:28am

This isn’t how its supposed to be. Why are there still clothes on me? You’re here but you aren’t close to me. We’ve never been so distant. You say that I chose to leave. I remember it different. I’ve been thinking, its better to know. The feelings sink in and never let go. The heaviest of anchors. Best friends become strangers. I never sensed the danger and I can’t express the anger built up inside. Now I get an unfamiliar vibe, making me feel less alive. I attempt to recollect a few memories and recall your tendencies but .. Now .. I just sense an enemy. Both eyes open but you can’t see my soul. I’ve lead a hard life, seen it can be cold. If I play my cards right, I’ll never have to fold. I notice each time you bluff because I used to be the reason you blushed I gave you a reason to love.. These are just thoughts, I’ll never say them. My thoughts at 2:28am

Easy Living

How easy it is to forget.

When it doesn’t affect you.

When the ones lost, weren’t your loved ones.

How easy it is to forget when it wasn’t your child on the receiving end.

When it wasn’t your daughter shrieking for help as some man had his way with her.

Indirectly telling her, her body is for nothing but his pleasure. 

How easy it is to forget when it wasn’t you that missed the call that may have allowed you to talk your son down from that ledge.

How easy it is to forget when your mother makes it home, and you didn’t even think to worry.

How easy it is to forget, when your father won’t get mistaken for an immigrant.

It’s easier to forget the horror when your family isn’t the one being torn apart.

You see how easy it is to forget, when it’s not their sisters and brothers being left for dead.

You see how easy it is to forget, when the bodies don’t look like you.

Breaking

You are in the process of self destructing.
You are severing your hands and arms 

Trying to hang onto someone who doesn’t want you.

Breaking your back

Carrying relationships

That give you little in return.

Adam and Eve

I knew women were strong when I read God had split an atom with Eve

I heard the story differently.

I was taught of an adamant Eve,

Who not only had a degree

Or three.

But who taught me to speak.

So forgive me if every word I utter is praise towards the black woman.

My god.

I pray for the black women.

That I could one day have the strength to match that of a black woman.

They remind us as black men, our strengths are more than just jumping and running.

But I would never jump or run away

You feel like summer days

Perfectly tempered air I could breathe until the end of my days.