Walking that fine line
between the sea and the shore
I hear the song
and I follow along
If you ask me
I don't know what for
a carrot on a stick
A dog with a bone

Twisting a top
Twisting a lot

You turn around
To see what you've got

You call yourself a poet
You write about that
Don't you holler at me
Don't you call me fat

I've got everything fine mama needs
We're  stuck together like glue
We just do what it is we please
Do what it is we do

I call 'em like it is and that's a fact
No painting of the red doors black
No mojo workin' only horns and drums
When it comes to diplomacy I'm all thumbs

You are the
        window
              to my pain
  Cloudy with
            no chance of clarity
      I can see
               how far
away you are
                    Out of focus,
           still hurting me
                      *so easily

I hope you're happy, honestly and truly happy. I hope that you spend your days smiling and feeling as happy as you were the day we first met, the day I said yes and the day I told you I loved you for the first time. I hope you wake up in the morning with a lazy smile on your face, the same smile that I used to wake up to after my quick afternoon naps at your place. I hope you fall asleep with the most serene of smiles, like the smile after every goodnight text we send, peppered with heart emojis and kissy faces. I hope you find someone new who will make you smile the way I used to. I hope they brighten up your life the way you brightened up mine and that they make you happy, honestly and truly happy, the way I wasn't meant to.

*- a.b.

Promise me, dear one,
When you find someone
in this great wild world,
someone who tells you
you are beautiful,
and means it,
even though they see your deepest flaws
and know all of your old wounds,
Promise me you will hold tightly
to them.
because you deserve
love and happiness.
Promise me that when
you find someone who
matches up with the pieces
of your broken soul
who's hurts are like yours
Promise me you will give them a chance
to ease all the pain you are in,
let them wash away the pain of being broken
as you do the same for them.
Promise me, dear one,
that you will not push them away
just because you are weary of love.
Promise me, dear one.

Dear Poetry,

I never thought you’d be the one to cause me this much stress.
When we first started off I could have sworn you were the best.
You would help me ease my mind, and allow me to get away,
But now I’m staying up at night wondering if you're here to stay.
So I’m running off no sleep, panicked, wondering what to do,
And to be completely honest, I've been thinking of leaving you.

When it was all beginning, your beauty, it had me trapped,
And once we started talking, the conversation had me attached.
Now I’m addicted to you like *******, without you I can’t work my own brain.
When you’re with me it’s got me so sane, but once you leave I start going insane.
This back and forth has got me torn and I really don’t know what to do.
On one hand you've always been there, on the other, the problem is always you.

So what more do you want?
My options are near their end.
Do you want me to just keep writing?
Do you want me to just pretend?

We can pretend like we're in love.
We can pretend like the feelings are real.
But what if I really want to love you?
What if I really want to feel?

I heard you could change my life,
And to be honest you really did.
But now I’m wondering if it was for the better,
Or if I’m better of without this.

Understand me when I say that this letter isn't asking for our end.
I just want to make sure we’re on the same page, written with the same pen.
I wouldn't be here without you, and I think I might owe you my life,
But please just write me back if you feel that this relationship is right.

Sincerely,

Kennedy Taylor.