Tag: Muse

A Lovers Quarrel

Thru the night I’ll cry and my heartbreak will remain. My love for you never changed. Knowing my heart was pure but what I went through. Noone is to blame. The footsteps that should have taken place. The fights of whose to blame. Walking out is the easiest thing to do. Coward. What a shame.

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Constant Potential Ends

You existed for the wrong things Came to the realization You were not the one for me Yet I tried to conform you to something you’d never be Mistakes that turned into lessons Constant cycles of self-hatred Unknowing that this was a dangling treat The promise and potential I saw Just wasn’t meant to cultivate

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Soul Sex

Let’s escape with our minds. Entwined within our thoughts that noone could fathom. Deep rooted with seeds that blow from within. Let my sound waves carry into tomorrow as ur brain tries to reminiscence on the visions of our vibes. The aurora of our energies from just the two of us speaking. The mind of

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Broken Patience

Patiently, I waited for you. I refused to give up on you with all the tears that filled my eyes. I compromised and took you back knowing that change doesn’t happen overnight. Yet every time, my heart was broken and I cried over white lies the feeling of anxiety filled me over time. I allowed

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Reaction to Actions

I can love you through all your mishaps, your sorries and fuck ups. The moment my flaws started to show, it’s okay for you to walk away because you don’t like how you’re feeling? Makes me regrets staying thru your bullshit of I’m trying and I’ll do better. All to keep the cycle of actions

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Toxic yet Tolerant

🖤 A Brief Moment into my World 🖤 When is there ever a good time to leave someone we are intimate with because they just cant get with the program? We constantly ask ourselves this. Whelp, I can honestly say, for me. It’s when I realize I am starting to not be myself. In other

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Question for You

Listen to my heart crying of what it used to be. Hear me when I lightly say the memories are like water choking and drowning me. Try and understand that my heart is a sacred token that has been vandalized by persons that thought they knew how to carry such precious cargo. Thinking it was

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