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 Apr 2020 Mbali-Enhle
 Apr 2020 Mbali-Enhle
Don't tell me you love me,
If you don't see a future with me.
Don't let me fall for you,
If you're not planning on catching me.
Don't make me any promises,
If they're all just empty.

Don't make me feel loved,
If you're gonna use it against me.
Don't take my heart,
If you're just gonna break it.
Don't promise me forever,
When you really mean good bye.

 Feb 2020 Mbali-Enhle
right now, you're looking for an answer
right now, you're craving a touch
right now, you're looking back on your past mistakes
because someone decided to take advantage of your soft heart.
you felt for everyone, you were everyone's go-to for advice.
but right now, you're hurting.
right now, you're crying and it's late
because you can't get out of your own head.
you've put yourself through so much ****

now you're finally able to be free
To always love you

Remind me

To never give up on us

Remind me

That we are so much better together

More than we both know
 Feb 2020 Mbali-Enhle
Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't
This is kind of my mood right now.
 Feb 2020 Mbali-Enhle
I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.
 Feb 2020 Mbali-Enhle
Rule #2
 Feb 2020 Mbali-Enhle
You get what you earn and deserve...
 Feb 2020 Mbali-Enhle
Skyy Blu
I want someone to see me--- beyond my flesh or what they want me to be. I just want someone to take the time and truly get to know me--- emotionally, spiritually, personally, beyond my flesh: know my humanity. I just want---- Somebody- Someone-Who....takes the time to know me.
 Jan 2020 Mbali-Enhle
 Jan 2020 Mbali-Enhle
“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
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