“I am not in love with you anymore.” Two and a half years. An engagement. Insemination for a baby. A life that is no more. Crying myself to sleep damn near every night versus having nightmares of you posting your new significant other on social media. Flaunting all of your happiness while I am silently
Let me ride your wavelength. Holding you closer than you have ever been clinched. Let me deep inside your membrane so I can visually see all the things that you try to hide. Let me kiss every inch of your mind leaving my wet imprints. Allow me to soak into your intuition bringing you to
“are you ok” “yes” i mumble as i let the sweetest lie drift between my lips. my mouth sealed with a permanent marker of do not tell. my eyes screaming for someone to make me scream what’s wrong just so i can be let free. the water forming showing that i am a horrible
hello my love, can you stay for one last kiss. i know we are over but it seems that my mind is only revolving around you and i need closure. the lust for your physical appearance is surreal and breaks down every thought of me walking away and saying this is dead. the desire for
I ask myself constantly, when people look at me what do they see? A mentally broken black woman who struggles every day with her emotions? The smiles that are forced but widely accepted. When will anyone see past my disguise and actually feel deep in my demise? I put on a wonderful show, speaking all
Blink for a moment and escape in time. Listen to what your heart . Let me break down all barriers. Sink you into submission and allow every temptation to come to life. Remind me of how magical that melanin is. Show off mama, and twirl in some pretty thangs. Embrace the dancing of your emotions
Before we end, let us try again. Only so you can hurt me and make sure this time, it is a forever life alerting event. Just wait, because before we end, I need to try one last time just to make sure. CHECK my pulse and make sure my heart is beating and ready.