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As the Autumn leaves fall,
so does our very foundation.

I feel like I'm watching the destruction of everything we fought for in slow motion.

I feel sick.

I feel meaningless, and dead.
Once filled with love and joy,
This soul of mine is now empty.

I should have realized things were too good to be true.
You loved me too much for it to be real.

I should have expected it.
In hindsight it's all there.

The distance.
The accusations.
The distrust.
The selfishness.

You were never in it for us,
You were only in it for the benefits it provided.

I gave you a shoulder to cry on,
A roof over your head,
Food to eat,
A place to sleep,
Compassion and support.

I helped you out of your hole just so you could walk away.
Once your needs were met, I was no longer one of them.
apologies are nothing
but lifeless letters until you breathe meaning
into the spaces between each and every word
I'm sorry if I annoy you with my clingyness.
I just miss you
I'm sorry if I ask a lot.
I just want to know you better; how your day was
I'm sorry if I get mad when you don't reply.
I just really want to talk to you
I'm sorry if I get jealous.
I just don't want to lose you
And I'm sorry if I can't make you happy.
I wish I could

Just tell me to stop and I would.
Even though it's difficult.
Even if you're on my mind daily.
I would be lying if I say you're always on my mind but I'll admit you almost am.
Every little thing I see somehow resembles to you.
The scent I smell in the air sometimes becomes your scent, making me look for you.
Honestly, you're my drug.
Your scent,my ecstasy.
Maybe because I feel you're close when I remember it.

You don't have to reply without emotion.
You don't have to make it that obvious.
Let me down hard.
Let me know even if it'll hurt.

Because darling, it's better than thinking I would ever have a chance

Lastly, I'm sorry for not being enough, for loving you when you make me feel like you don't want me to.
i.
There is a small bruise
spreading across your forehead
like wine across the body of a saint.
Your forehead is resting on my sheets,
cotton and white like sinners. Our bellies
are sweaty and naked. My belly has been bloated,
spread out and looking like a high peak, for over
a week, and I’ve never not wanted you here,
in my bed, on top of my bed, more than now:
our shirts are both blue, our shirts are both
lying on my floor. I am shivering, trembling
like moths in a burning house.

ii.
In a dream we are walking through
a train station that looks like an
alleyway and you are letting go of my hand
slowly and I am feeling like a church
made of grass and my limbs are feeling
like graves and across the train station
that looks like an alleyway there is a girl
in long clothes beckoning to you and you
come and I am sprung up drenched
in pools of my own sweat as though it were
July all over again.
Hurt me if you should,
Just tell me the truth!*


¤
Truth hurts but lies are a lot worse.
 Jul 2013 The Wherewithal
Mercy B
It is almost painful trying to fathom the reason some men take a woman's intelligence and blatantly play it down.

Shouting out from behind me " hey ma lemmi holla at cha" I must inform you will never get this female to turn around .

I do not find your uncultivated demeanor flattering in the least, in fact it makes you somewhat insignificant, not worth a second look.

I want nothing to do with your infantile swagger in capable of sharing coherent insightful thoughts, afraid to stray from the same old play book.

A physical attraction is of some importance, but I am more enthralled when a man hears, not only listens to the words that are spoken to him.

Serenade me with your ability to articulate raw emotion thru flowing words, entice me with an intriguing mind, show me that you are a rare gem.

As for those males pretending to be men, but in reality can't even wrap their minds around the idea, don't waste your time with me, your ego will just get bruised.

If it is my attention that he seeks, a man must be confident that he can stimulate my mind, draw me in by the rhythm  of the words he has used.
I am merely putting it out there for those ridiculous guys that like to cat call at the ladies. No one really likes that come on fellas.
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