Think about her every day and night
Wondering what I can do to make it right
Her eyes and smile light up when together
Her voice soothing when she talks
You play with her hair
Let her know that you truely care
Hold her hand and understand
You feel her but she feel this way
Wish nothing came between the two
She shares her heart to build trust
She shares her body there is a vibe of love
Her love or her hate both deep
Piecing the heart set in case things fall apart
Her kisses light and warm with passion
Hold her close never let go
Always a fresh start together
New moment with one another
Souls together on another level
You stare she stares back
Kiss her she kisses you back
Hug her and she huge you tighter
She plays rough licks your face
Bites your shoulder playful love
Someone to kiss and trust

i woke up to a text from my mom this morning,
saying that she wanted to see me for my birthday...
that all she wanted
was a chance.
it has been almost six months
since i have seen her
let alone
talked to her
and i have spent all that time
hating her
for everything...
but hating her
tires me out.
i cannot hate anyone
for long
even after all she's done
to deserve it.

today...
is different.
i didn't smirk
at her text
brush it off
never reply
delete it
i actually responded.
told her
that'd be great
hell, i even
apologized
for missing her birthday
last month...

i can see her face
as she reads that text
i'm sure
she's crying
i know what the things i do and say
do to her
i lived with her
for eighteen years...
sixteen of which
were happy

i guess...
after all the unhappiness she has made
for herself
and for everyone around her
i can't deny her
one small shred of a smile
yes,
everything
all of it
was her fault
entirely
but every bit of hatred
afterwards
was MY fault.

mom...
i am
sorry.

I write like a poet
I speak the words of a song
I sing like an angel
…who tends to get the notes wrong.

I’m funny and friendly
Or I pretend to be
I’m weird but I’m witty
I guess that’s just me.

I wear my sneakers
To parties with dresses
I paint on the walls
And I make frosting messes

I suppose I’m annoying
But I bet you are too.
I guess that’s my panache.
How about you?