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.

Division 

The pain is adding up.

We’ve seemed to focus on being divisory.

Eventually emotions become derisory,

the love replaced with misery.

Where do we go from here? 

The Hardest Part.

The hardest part was writing you love letters you didn’t care to read.

I sent my love.

You put the unopened envelope into a new one with my address and sent it back.

Just to show me you received it,

You just didn’t care to read.

Pristine

You were never jaded
Never worn down
Or torn after all these years

Artwork standing intact 

Workmanship like you is slowly fading extinct 

Ever since sixteen candles decorated your cake

You’ve reminded me of the Sistine Chapel

You were pristine battles where bullets of sweat and paint landed exactly where they were meant to.

Finding a frame to match is humanly impossible,

So your figure is Gods doing.

And nothing this breathtaking should be stationary.

Which is why you’re never content. 

If I Never Met You

To love and have lost is better than to have never have loved at all.
But if I never tasted chocolate I wouldn’t know what I was missing.

If I never had sex I would still be satisfied with kissing 

If I never took a breath I wouldn’t care to go fishing.

And if I never saw it straight would the Leaning Tower be tipping?

I wished I never knew the sun so these rainy days were normal.

As each drop fell I would enjoy the way it ruptured as it made contact with my skin

I wished my love never adorned you so the undressing was less formal.

Imagine rough skin casually peeled off so I could truly love you from within

Save Yourselves First

“It doesn’t matter any longer And I’m speaking for myself

For Jimmy Baldwin

And I think I’m speaking for a great many other negroes too

It doesn’t matter any longer what you do to me.

You can put me in jail.

You can kill me.

By the time I was 17, you’d done everything that you could do to me.

The problem now is,

How are you going to save yourselves.” – James Baldwin
You’ve never stuck a fork in an outlet,

because you know better.

Not because you’ve witnessed the outcome,

But when parents warn you

Sometimes you listen without asking how come. 

The stove

The block

The iron

They’re all hot.

Put your hand on one like Russian Roulette 

Go ahead and take your shot.

I’m watching blood boil

People not caring about the degrees

Revenge starts to look like a delicacy

There are no reservations 

For self preservation 

Enlightening revelations

Stay warm in the winter time.

Do whatever is necessary.

If you die before martyrdom

How could you be legendary?

Don’t blame others for your negligency 

Stay warm, don’t freeze. 

Liquor store seems to be serving delicacies

But only hard liquor

No beer under 30 percent 

Niggas against the draft

Didn’t mean to pretense the past.

Good Morning Vietnam

We could all pretend for laughs.

My skin is reminiscent of a Kong

My skin automatically makes me a con

But it doesn’t matter any longer

Save yourselves first.

Stuck

Each time, i feel we grow

& come back to what we know.

More than just the highs and lows..

Don’t get caught up in the moment, moments always fade.

I’m not trying to go forward to look back

like “damn, I should have stayed.”

I could keep pictures to relive the memories

but I’d rather live them back with you.

I laugh at your quirks and your tendencies

but I love everything you do.

The way you dress,

the way you smile.

When you get dressed,

it takes a while.

But, it’s worth it every time.

You look perfect every time.

Been That Way [Poem]

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I want that old thing back

Like a soul train lap,
Let me go one more time.
Feels like it was summer time
Nice day, perfect temperature
What a tempting adventure.
We travel down memory lane
Unravel the tendency of pain.
You make me the happiest yet,
I’m still not the happiest yet.
But it’s always been that way.
Nothing’s changed,
Running game,
Breaking hearts,
Taking names.
But I still remember
Middle of september
High school in 2008
My foolish self couldn’t wait
It was instant
The way we fell in love
When did we become so distant,
Everything is so different.
Except my mission.
And it’s always been that way.
It’s been too many years to count
And you’re still the one that I write about
Each time we talk still feels like the first time.
Every time you leave it feels like the worst time.
Our hearts seem connected forever
Our minds just don’t get each other.
From wondering
To wandering
Now look and you conquering
Taking life by the horns
Breaking right through the storms
You’re the ray of sunshine on a cloudy day
Baby its been that way.
Over the years, I’ve been with different women
Some of them were consistent women
Persistent in taking your position
No pertinence so they never had permission.
Only you ever had my admission
You opened my heart and you entered.
Went so deep that you found the center.
Maybe it’s cynical
But you’ve always been the pinnacle.
It’s always been that way.
Some things don’t change.
I still get blamed
You still take aim
We can’t be tamed.
So we try to maintain,
Somehow we still feel the same.
Some things don’t change
I can’t complain.
Hasn’t it been that way?
I want that old thing back
Looking through these Kodaks
Wishing I could go back.
Maybe grow my fro back
Then switch to the high fade.
And you bring back the braids,
The ones from eighth grade.
Back to when our eyes first met
Before things went left.
Before mystery.
Before misery.
Before walls fell
Broke loose all hell
Before likes
Before fights
Before bites
Before bikes.
When a hug was an embrace.
When I could wipe tears off your face
Ones that I didn’t cause
When you didn’t see my flaws.
We just gave the other our all.
When a touch felt like being caressed.
When each kiss felt like our last breath.
But it’s always been that way.