I can't lie it was fun but I'm glad to finally say good bye.
Trapped in your web day in and day out, I don't know how I thought that was fly.
In a trance I danced to the beat of your drum.
Spent countless hours chasing you until the night submitted to the sun. The feeling you gave me was undeniable, only to you was I pliable. Spending all my time with a companion I would've never thought to be viable.
Internally racing but facing a feeling I'd never known better.
You flowed through my veins and hugged me daily like words cling on to letters.
The city was ours you was my main thing.
Everything I owned had a price tag if I needed to feel you sing.
My interracial love interest so white, soft and so pure.
What the hell was I thinking falling so hard for your lure.
You used me and played me.
Into something I wasn't I turned.
I thank God for his graces catching me because I would've never learned.
No regrets or bitterness torwards you the relief I feel won't allow me to cry. I'm just grateful for my broken leash and a chance to finally say goodbye!

My first time with you had me petrified.
Long deep pulls of the best of the best grade.
Floating through the clouds on cloud 9.
Wasn’t as cool as it may seem.
I was fried.
Paranoid and scared promising to never do it again.
But I lied.
Took me three or so more songs dancing with you to catch your rhythm.
Before long I was in step, step by step with your isms.
Back then it was cigars smoking with you.
Spiffily splitting the spliffs and rolling up on you.
In first hour room spinning like a helicopter.
Then me throwing up from you.
But I still ran back and each time to your ways I got wiser.
Up until that time when me and my frienemy were no longer cooler.
Cutthroat, turned you against me.
Poisoned you with manure.
With the intentions of me consuming you and wasting me like trash in the sewer.
Damaged caught off balance the toxins my system couldn’t manage.
With the grace of GOD I slowly bounced back from a disasterous experience with a different side of you.
Several months l stayed on hiatus but eventually began to moonlight with you.
Same feel same touch same auroma as before..
But not quite the same as the Mary Jane I’d known before.

She said all men are dogs and every time we speak she hear barking.
Now her perceptions skewed and the worth of a man to her is equivalent to garbage.
Poor troublesome diva in a mirror she sees royalty on earth.
A coping mechanism that enabled her to exist through the hurt.
Only 11 years old when she lost her virginity.
Mom’s worked three jobs and her step dad never worked any.
Worked the Liquor store mohawk vodak and Seagram’s gin.
He occasionally touched the pipe and every other night he slid in.
Barely at her menstrual and baby girl's mental is scarred.
17 years old now and no emotions her demeanor is hard.
Her only outlet is *** - two to three guys in a row, as they ****** they applaud.
Standing tall laying on her back is her plight to liberation in the school yard.
25 years now five kids and now she’s a full time trick.
Been having *** before she was bleeding might as well get paid for it.
Serving John after John, the act of *** no longer amusing.
Chopped her hair off now in love with her girlfriend to her kids shes confusing.
33 years old mature now seen hell and been back.
Developed a conscious for her people now she dawns a head wrap.
Around the positive brother's she stay because in their world she’s the focus.
But deep down despises them curses them like Moses with locus.
On the pharoah whispers spells at every man flies an arrow.
Out for blood will lie cheat, steal and leave lives in peril.
Any man who crosses her path.
In her eyes there no good.
Her existence a black widow sacrificing the lives of black men from the hood...

Never leave you alone again.
I'll never let nothing come between you and me again.
Your hand I'll never release.
I'll remain loyalty to you and by your side until your resting in peace.
You never have to worry about needing a friend again.
Not only am I your lover but I am your very best friend.
Painting your nails, combing your hair confiding what's deep within until we're just memories blowing in wind.
My beautiful soul mate I'm here for you always if you need me to I'll always be your friend.
Even during our time apart I'll keep you in my thoughts and wait patiently until your world I'm invited back in.
I'll never let you go my friend.
I'm loyal to you only if you want me to be your life partner until the end.

You bring out the best in me.
Triggering feelings and emotions that expose hidden attributes within thee.
Inexplicably the component of natures identity that motivates me.
The energy from you that radiates I can't escape.
I wander in your presence my blood curdles when I see your face.
Your aura activates an elegant but primal reality validating my duality.
Fascinating intervals of my innocence becoming a casualty.
Our time together is priceless I could never spend you lavishly.
Under your influence I'm misunderstood but i'm too saad to be sad -I could never be mad at me.
When your around I move happily!
I feel you internally.
To you I respond unanimously capturing every moment together with you collecting your deposits and storing them away into my life's closet.
Until the next time we meet again I capture mental images of you my very very very distant friend.

SPLIT FRIENDSHIP

Talking to yourself is probably the most fruitful form of communication.
Every word is well received and you never have to worry about miscommunication.
As you exchange thoughts and ideas from one personality to another.
You build character and wisdom, knowledge of self is far greater than knowledge of another.
Most people would think of it as crazy or just plain stupid.
To talk to yourself they don't see what's the use of doing it.
To me it's healthy and awfully therapeutic, besides when I start babbling all I have to do is mute it.
We laugh we cry we share each others deepest secrets.
We always see eye to eye and my points are well received.
Externally it may seem like a big tangled ball of yarn.
But talking to yourself is as normal as a pig on a farm.

What if.......
What if this world doesn't exist.
What if we were all a figment of someone's imagination.
What if we were all like mice in a wheel going no where fast.
What if we were already nowhere.
What if no where was everywhere and no one realized because we were going no where too fast.
What if we're getting somewhere.
What if everything of substance meant nothing.
What if that degree that brought you from nothing to something turned out to really have done nothing.
What if these words meant something.
What if these words meant nothing.
What if you took a moment to really think.
What if thinking was outlawed, we'd all be nowhere doing nothing.
What if all day you held your smart phone.
What if the time you spent on the web equated to your self-worth.
What if we opened our eyes.
What if we stayed blind.
What if we could see but only blindly.
What if we kept our eye's closed because we seen how far we've come.
What if cell phone's were dumb and people were smart.
What if if was a fifth of whiskey.
What if this was never written....

Tears, trying to fight back the tears. Emotions roaring thinking about that bumpy road. No love or hugs.
No positive reinforcement or encouragement. Just daggers from antagonist. Pessimists firing arrows into
your soul. That bumpy road. Tears and my tear ducts trying to fight em back but they're starting to roll.
Thinking about that bumpy road. Praying it didn't make me bitter. Negativity ***** my innocence
violated and pillage that which was pure internally. Praying it didn't turn me cold as an arctic winter.
Tears froze. How did I allow the orneriness to enter? That bumpy road and my unwillingness to veer
traveling that brutal course in the center. Tears shattering like the broken glass from a window pane.
Reminiscing on the road traveled hoping the memories don't drive me insane. Tears, that road, I may
never be the same...

Run, run, run, spiritually, psychologically, and literally.
Run as fast as you can.
But I still see you.
I still feel the pain that you left me with.
Your body heat I can still feel you.
Your stench I can still smell you.
Can't wait for the moment that I am able to exorcise this demon you  left me with.
Never thought I'd breathe again as you tried to execute life from a body that God's spirit was still with.
Lying dormant as you stood over me defenseless like a rabbit under a ravenous wolf.
Set to devour and consume me licking your fangs flawlessly  benefiting from a successful ambush.
Now you run, run, run but you can't  outrun divine justice better known as karma.
Your out of sight but I  still see your treachery barreling down on me in an attempt to exalt yourself through an act of dishonor.
Repetitiously the scenario plays and it's like I die everyday and try to scream, "run!" as I look on at the impending tragedy but it's always too late.
God protected me and I  survived what was supposed to be my demise.
Your untouchable and out of my reach but I feel you even to this day.
As you run, run, run, your destiny now drags what survived of my former self along anyway.
You can run, run, run but I don't think you'll ever be able to get away.

Indiscriminately it can found in the seat of most girls *******.
More often in men’s “tighty-whities” spread out or smeared liberally.
Commonly referred to as bacon strips.
Like brown tire skid marks in boxers.
One thing that we all can't avoid...
Doo Doo stains in our under-trousers...
No matter how clean or prissy you try to be.
How manly or macho or even a ***** will be.
A lucky son of a gun if he can getaway from thee.
Inevitable boo boo stains located in the seat of his bikinis.
No matter if your high society or just a kid that likes to hang out in the malls.
The cleanest ****** in the world or you tote the freshest smelling *****.
One things for sure you'll see when you pause for the cause...
The evidence of boo boo left over in your drawers.
It's plain the focus of the poem if you envision it.
We're all like one another unless you shower right after it.
The infamous number two there's no escaping it.
Abominable, Embarrassing, Unbearable, underwear stained with strips…