I'm addicted to your everything. Your look, your touch, Your sneer, your smile, Your love and hate. I just can't pull myself away. Your biting words, Your fighting blows, Your angry glance. I'm addicted to all of it. Someone please help me stop.
I won't have kids I'm very serious Not until i can say to them "I lived through a time when it was unhealthy to have your curly hair and brown skin, When you could be killed over an assumption. Yes I know even if you had nothing to do with it. I lived through a time when it didn't mean much to us to serve and protect. But your generation can do better than us, We caught and exposed via our phones and social media the power lustful and corrupt
But we only received this torch from those that walked up and down on this path before us. I want you to do better and be better than us my child, so go out into the world and be proud of your heritage and who you are Remember the struggles we went through, so they never happen again. "
Said she. I wore my typical smile. I was happy for her Not because she's home But because she knew where her home was.
While I, Im still figuring out where home is, Is it a place with beds and comforters? Somewhere you can rest? Or a person with hazel eyes and a heartbeat? Someone you can feel loved?
I'm alone but not alone. There are so many people to talk to But I'm sat here on my own In the dark with no where to go. In my home But no one will know. Or no one will care it's not like I'm doing anything It's not like I can share it with anyone, no one is listening. The loneliness I have to bare but talking doesn't take away the fact I'm just existing.