Time is a tricky thing...

the way it flies by
when we're together,

but yet feels like eternity
when we're apart.

the way it's capable of
healing my soul,

but also of
breaking my heart.

Today is for all the lovers.

The lovers going to bed alone.

The dreamers
searching for that someone.

Someone whose heart beats to their exact rhythm.

A rhythm that's in perfect synchronization.

A synchronization that makes them question how anything worked before this love.

The lovers who refuse to lose hope.

I can't continue allowing you to do this-
opening me up,
exposing my heart to the elements
with no intention of providing any shelter.

She's grown tired of only experiencing weekend love-

The kind of love that doesn't make it past Sunday afternoon,
the kind of love that stays within the four walls of her bedroom.

A bourbon-infused romance,
an ill-intentioned ******.

Break away
from this state of servitude.

You must find happiness
in your solitude.

My body is clay,
mold me as you desire.
This bedroom is the kiln,
I’m ready for the fire.

It breaks my heart
to watch the women around me
allow men

to silence their song,
mute their colors,
smolder their fire.

Love is meant to lift us up,
not destroy our existence.

I look at your Facebook
from time to time.
The man in the pictures
is not the one I called mine.
A genuine smile,
a face that glows.
Actual happiness
that finally shows.
I've come to realize
this is what you had to do.
Losing me to become
a healthier you.