It bothers me the way she looks at you
The way she makes you laugh
The way you ignore me when I walk by
And that you never called me back

It bothers me you don’t like my pictures anymore
Or that you know her fathers name
It bothers me you don’t shave your stache
Because she’ll love you just the same

It bothers me that I kept your number
After you obviously deleted mine
It bothers me I still wear your shirt to sleep
Or that you never asked if I was fine

It bothers me we don’t hang out
Or that I didn’t see us through
But what bothers me the most
Is that it doesn’t bother you

Most people are afraid of
spiders, clowns, thunderstorms;
the usual.
But if you asked me
what my greatest fear is,
I would speak of nothing
but your name.
Because what would I do,
who would I be,
should one day
you decide that you're
over me?

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea —
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.

Maybe I've been searching for love,
When loneliness is all I can have.

Maybe I was trying to make a smile,
When tears are falling in my eyes.

Maybe I've made you my fantasy,
When "us" can't be a reality.

Or maybe I was hoping for more,
When all I deserve was less.

-MCJ

She stood still before the choas; unshaken.
The wind blew its mighty breath against Her core but to no avail; unmoved.
Her coffee'd skin warm like the sun that kisses the Earth's horizon.
Something within Her had risen without warning nor permission:
She was a Goddess, in Her own right.

Brown. The soft tone of the Earth.
Golden hue painted widely across the canvas of Her *****.
Her skin like caramelized silk, with the sunglow of Egypt itself.

She pressed Her face to the Earth's floor and moved mountains with Her prayers.
Queen of the meek, ambassador of the poor.
She was the perfect amalgam of beauty and brokenness.
~The Goddess of Humility.