Your fingers were outstretched towards me
but instead of reaching forward and grasping my palm
you were taking steps backwards until you were a speck on the horizon
if you didn't care,you didn't have to act like you did
I would have preferred you wither away merging with passing of seasons

When I say I am out for repair
I mean I am removing, rewiring and renewing
the toxicity that is slowing my progress

All these bolts missing and screws loosened
no wonder the machine does run smoothly
it's ok to be out of service for maintenance
it's ok to have to remove some anomalies  
that maybe causing your wires to spark
you have to replace the bad with the good
and the old with the new
to be whole and fully functional
or just be a better you

I wonder sometimes where shooting stars go with all of our wishes ?
will they ever be granted?

While looking for the meaning of the stars in your eyes , I saw only her reflection in them
I knew I she had already become your moon
To you I was only a passing cloud

Instead of comfort you were the monster that lived under my bed
Instead of being security you unhinged my life and buried the screws
I wonder if you know you are a reoccurring nightmare
I wonder if you know how you make my skin crawl and my hairs raise to the sun in an attempt to escape the darkness

My forever never seemed so far away

I know it's hard to be comfortable in your own skin when the world tells you it's not pretty enough
Don't let them take away your omniety
your freedom to roam this world as you please is your born right
don't let their adjectives subject you to living a life of suppression
in fear of feeding the label of being "angry"
let those words be as brief as a fleeting breeze
let it only brush past you and get caught in the trees  
Do not give them the power to restrict your oxygen
So when they throw blows to your chest you can quickly recover

I have learned that these types of encounters come frequently as a person of colour