
I forgot what it felt like
To be burned
The familiar sting of sensitive skin brushed against fabric
All too real for me.
I wonder if she, too, felt pain like this.
Days spent basking in the sun on summer days,
While cancer scrawled upon her skin like a signature.
Sometimes I think she knew what she was doing,
Laying there,
Letting herself be killed,
Slowly,
But surely.
I hope she sees me,
Walking with friends.
Hundreds of us,
Marching for racial equality.
Would she have scoffed at the idea?
Or scolded me for not protecting my delicate shield?
Say,
“Your heart may armor your conviction,
But it does nothing for your ivory skin”?
But I know,
The lace on my wedding dress may hurt now,
But I will heal.
I cannot say the same for my brothers and sisters of color.
I will not let them lay there,
And be killed.
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC
You knew how it would affect me and my relationship and you still did it.
I'll have wounds that can never heal because you chose to let it happen.
Was your own heartbreak not enough? Why did you want me to hurt too? What did I do to deserve this? I did nothing but care for and support you and help you.
You are both to blame but still, you messaged him first.
You didn't shut it down when you knew how much it would hurt me.
You're a bad friend.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC
I'm getting married in October.
I'm going to get married October 3rd, 2020.
I'm getting married in October.
I'm going to walk down the aisle in a white gown I picked.
I'm getting married in October.
I'm going to walk myself because I'm not an object to be "handed off".
I'm getting married in October.
I'm going to get closer and closer but yet it feels so far away.
I'm getting married in October.
I'm going to see eyes on me I only wished would have given me that much attention growing up.
I'm getting married in October.
I'm going to vow to the man I love that I will "always be with You".
I'm getting married in October.
I'm going to cry because life feels like its moving so fast yet the moment's pass so slow.
I'm getting married in October.
I'm going to pray that people care enough to come.
I'm getting married in October.
I'm going to hope his family accepts me without a second thought.
I'm getting married in October.
I'm going to convince myself that "I'm strong enough" to hold it together.
I'm getting married in October.
I'm going to marry the man I love and want to spend the rest of my life with.
I'm getting married in October.
"I'm going to be his wife."
I'm getting married in October.
I'm getting married.
.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 11:06 PM UTC
"I never had much interest in the heavens
But last night, a streak of light shot past Orion
They say that a shooting star can grant your wish
So as this bolt flew from the hunter's bow
You were the only beacon in my mind
However, I think I'll look to the sky again
Perhaps a broken lover obtained their wish
Or perhaps I stole the opportunity from another
The fact I know:
I will wish on every star until my love is returned"
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
You head over at 6 pm on Wednesdays,
You call me.
You leave on Sunday mornings,
I call you.
You've only been gone 3 hours,
You call me.
You leave for work at 5:15 pm,
I call you.
You don't get your first break until 10 pm,
You call me.
You get off work at 6 am,
I call you.
Every day.
We call.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC
The days you're gone are the hardest,
I sit alone in the living room,
trying to find the courage to do the impossible;
live without you.
Seconds feel like hours,
hours feel like days,
moments pass me by,
moving in slow motion.
No matter where you go,
no matter how far,
I will be waiting,
til the end of time.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
*he touched me like i was fragile piece of glass
held me in his arms as if i would shatter if he let go
kissed my forehead so gentle it was as if his lips weren't even there
wiped away my tears like they were made of vapor
and spoke like he was telling me the most important secret in the whole world
"I love you"*
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
A lonely melody played in slow motion,
flashbacks of laughter and words unspoken,
a haunting memory of hearts being broken,
I am a fish swimming in my own ocean,
fists tightened and heart ready for devotion,
with that lonely melody tearing me open,
veins of fire with loves potion,
a boy and a girl and a life chosen,
you can't contain the purest emotion,
a lonely melody will always been golden,
once the course is set and guns are loaded,
love cannot be destroyed or mearly stolen,
it is the one true token,
so hold fast to your love and cherish the moment,
after all that lonely melody can turn to a poem.
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC