Why pretend like you don't go looking for my pictures?
or like you don't read my poems more than scriptures?

When you catch those glimpses of the happy me
do you question like "why wasn't she that happy with me?"

I hope you don't still waste your time
loving where you aren't
convinced love is by your side

My love resides in a safe place
where I am
my heart is in the same space

I'm a lover, lover
You still fight to love-her

I pray you win that battle
damaging the damaged is hard to handle

Be light in your words
heavy in your actions
focus on the verb
prepare for the reaction

It's bound to happen

Each lover is but a fraction

To the real equation of truth
You wont love love, my love
Until you've loved you!

Dare I say you're exceptional
in a world of temporary things
darling you are perpetual

I hear rushing water
and roaring waves

That's just when you blink outta your sleep

That feeling your smile gives me when you're awake
is a lot to take
overwhelming is a price I'll pay
for this embrace

You're sweeter than they'll ever understand

I get it
Your heart is encrypted
Luckily I'm gifted

This present time
of a presence divine
with permission to unwind

only for a moment
without a moments notice

We both know it
A love so heroic

We might succeed at saving each other from what we want
To focus on what we need

If only you believed...

Rainy days in Cleveland look like regret
They take the joy out of a 70Degree day
Like an empty Christmas present
It’s about as romantic as an ex Boyfriend’s third chance at failing you
But if you look closely
The rain drops aren’t committing suicide
They are sky diving from the clouds
Awaiting their first impression with the grass
They yearn to be soaked up by the Earth
The same way my eyes freeze in yours like a game of tag
Did your heart feel mine tap its shoulder when I whispered you were it?
Are you tired of how good I am at hiding? No matter how long you count
How I appear to be invisible then suddenly I touch base
I rarely ever play games I haven’t studied the rules of…
But sometimes love is like a fake leg cramp in a basketball game
Between a pro athlete and his little sister
Sometimes love; knowing it can beat us, humbles itself so we too can feel like winners <333

Press all your noise into my silence
The quiet in quitting can be so vibrant
Bright hues of the abused
Paint the sky within the lines of lies they've used
To confuse both you and your muse
I never tried to love you
I did try not to
Can't avoid the noise when I agreed to cover it
Why am I begging God for you
When we did what we wanted to do outside of his covenant
I would be remiss if I didn't tell you how much you're missed
Not sure why I thought you were Heaven sent
Since I can't tell you where Heaven is
Maybe it's just a mile away
A Smile, a way
A missed phone call, drunk dial away
We are the generation that doesn't pray
We are soldiers at war who never stay
In battle long enough to win
Enemy used to be opposite of friend
Some how now synonymous to them
Where do I begin
To tell the start of the end
No mending just bending our minds into helix chains
Pretending not to feel the pain
You pressed your forehead into mine once
Told God to release the divine wants of our souls
My mind wants to be whole
but knows just how much of it your memory holds
We should have resisted the rush
Slowed down and learned the sound of touch
The music in us
So when they came to point the blame
We'd know the difference between advice and game
Yet here we are in a place where we may never be the same
Easier to delete a selfie then to pull a picture from a frame
or file a motion to retain a last name
I read an old couples opinion on why love doesn't work anymore
They said we replace where they would've fix things
but how do you fix anything at war
Isn't it about survival and making it thru
Picture your opponent dying to sustain you
Mirror stained truths
There is a war on love darling and we are proof...

Don't you grow tired of fixing your hair
or holding in your stomach when no one else is there?
Why should you care
About the mirrors reflection
or the suns glare
I've been told
that the truth is best sold
on the auction block of your buyers representative
see I am all the things that make me ME
yet I am none of the things you need me to be
I need you to see
those waves are oceans of opportunities
ripples of the sea
that you can sail out on
if you don't sell out of
YOU before you reach the center of yourself
not every poem has to be prolific
but good poets help you get the gist of it
not every speckle is a star
but you should have permission to shine
just the way you are!