Don’t fall for a poet.
She will build up walls.
She will do anything to stop you
From crawling into her heart
And making a nest,
Making yourself at home.
She will barricade her mind.
You will only be able to read the trickles
That she so wisely chooses.
Don’t fall for a poet because
If she does decide to let you in
She’ll be careful to lock the doors
And sleep with a knife under her pillow
Every night she will wake up in cold sweat
And scribble down words that voice her regrets
Don’t fall for a poet
Because when you wreck the home
You made in her heart
And leave without a word
She will build up walls of iron this time
Don’t fall for a poet
Because her words will haunt you
Don’t fall for a poet
Unless you want to be her muse
Want to feel what it’s like
To be eloquently,
Verbally
Abused

*-lf-

Glass hearts can only break after falling...
And they know that, but they fall anyway,
Counting the time between gravity and the earth so that they could make every second of their wholeness count.
They've lived lifetimes in that space,
Not succumbing to the laws of physics because science didn't teach you how to love when all hope was lost.
It was instinct.
It was soul.
It was whatever existed beyond shape..
Beyond form,
Beyond glass shells that could undoubtedly be put back together.
Changing shape forever.
Missing pieces forever.
Imperfect forever and ever.

Words are deceiving,
My having dem does not negate my feeling dem.
To find em and feel em, den breathe life into dem
Takes courage, Suh

So why bwoy you na link me na more?

It wasn’t easy for me to ask you to let me know when you’re out
You laughed and drew me a diagram of the particular ways you wanted in.
My words were not foreplay Stranger.
I reinforced the sentiment - for your future reference and got back to work.

So, how did I end up here?
Feelings weren’t caught
But respect was lost
So the only words I have left for you are:
“Whiskey, straight up - no twist.”