You caught my attention with your flex
Before long, I was high off your ***
October hit different with you deep in on top
Started catching feelings and couldn’t stop
Drinking bourbon and holding hands on flights
Going rounds both days and nights
Laying in wet beds with my head on your chest
Strong heartbeats and hands wash away stress
Around town we try to stay out of sight
But you’re my boyfriend at poetry night
My legs are still shaky and my mind delirious
When we talk over coffee re: taking this serious
Near recent strangers who felt quick at home
Despite addresses we don’t keep alone
A million slow jams play in my head
Thinking of you singing in bed
Playful text and emojis on the phone
Turning cameras off to video our own
****, all of this happened so fast
My heart trembles to think this might last
We could be soulmates and make music forever
Go on adventures in this crazy life together
One Christmas we could be six by the tree
Like two stars fated for domestic harmony
I also understand you might not chose me
But will be forever grateful for this fantasy
So, for now, at this party, we pretend it’s just Me and You
***, ESPN and breakfast, at a table for two
I’m not a plant to water
I’m a fire to let burn
I don’t keep company
With rain or sadness
Your heart’s biggest burdens
Will steal your sleep at night
Engage your mind with intention
To shrink worries down
So that you can be consumed
By the rest that your body and soul
Needs to heal and grow
You can’t delete the story of your life
You can repress it or not
You can filter it or not
You can share it or not
But it goes with you to your grave.
All of your joy, pain, envy, burdens, regrets...
Feeds the soil in which you will rest.
And all of your contributions in this life
Nurture and inspire those when you’re gone.
So write a story that mostly brings you peace
And empowers others in the way they write their own.
I love how people say Rest In Peace and Rest In Power. I think it’s both. R.I.P. Nipsey Hussle
My heart fills back up
When you pour apologies
In my cup
Apologies do taste good going down. We can only hope there is no bitter aftertaste.
You are my unsent message.
The cursor blinking rhythmically,
With my heartbeat,
For me to hit send.
But I am not ready,
And I’m not sure if I ever will be
So I left it like that.
Unsent. Unseen. Unread.
“I miss you.”
I thought I was above rejection
Immune to heartbreak
But it turns out, I’m capable of
Lying here alone
And coughing up pain
Your silence is the only treatment
God grant me the strength
To tune you out