I trusted you,
more than enough.
I had closure,
just not enough.
I was woman,
more than enough.
You had me,
just not enough.
You taught me,
more than enough.
I loved me,
just not enough.
I loved you,
more than enough.
You loved me,
just not enough.

I can't remember ever wishing I had lighter skin.
I was always amazed by the way they glowed;
all of those beautiful black women.
I observed other women, and yes,
they were beautiful too. They just....
Didn't have that "umph" about them.
You know, the way beautiful black women do.

I have endless people to thank,
My mom being on top of that list.
"Mini-me, you're so beautiful,
and don't you ever forget this."

Society is constantly throwing shade,
highlighting no one but the "Arian race".
Leaving beautiful black women embarrassed
and too ashamed to even look into the face
of the next pretty girl, and most importantly herself.

Spending countless hours comparing,
and harping on the imperfections.
Too big, too small, not good enough.
Never pointing out the features that she loves.

Let me be the first to tell you
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. And
YOU ARE WORTH IT. And
in case you haven't heard,
YOU SET THE STANDARD.

Beautiful black queens, and
Black queens in the making, This is your world.
Everyone else is just living in it.
Love the skin you're in, because
truthfully, they'd love to be in it.

Rock your crown with confidence,
I see you shining from afar. And
if you don't love You,
Today is the perfect day to start.

I think deeply about what most consider shallow ****.
I dare not fix my lips to say a thing, if I don't mean it.
I like to spread the wealth. But in the literal sense.
I over analyze everything, such a blessing and curse.
I know before I check another, I have to check me first.
I see the good in every situation, but sometimes that's hard to do.
I love me some me, and so I never compare myself to you.
I appreciate all of life's lessons, taking notes for next go round.
I enjoy my daily journeys. I have a purpose: distinct and profound.
I say again, I love myself. More and more each day.
My life is so beautiful. In every single way.

You're my bestfriend and I barely even know you.
Funny thing is, you don't even know you.

You say you're figuring out who you are, and somehow I wish that I could show you,

You're full of substance.

I want to learn every crevice and corner of your life.

I'm so intrigued by your drive.

I want to spend endless nights together, speaking great things into existence.

I'm talking, '****, that's deep.' And 'I'll never forget this.'

And yes it sounds crazy,

but man, you really amaze me.

You see, I focus on vibes... and what I felt was unreal.

I mean, it's been so long and you helped me feel....

Like there's still hope. For genuine bonds, and for love.

Sounds cliche, but you were sent from above.

You taught me something that night;
you happen to be my favorite lesson yet.

I saw something in you.
Something much different than the rest.

You've got a weird hold on me,
one I can't seem to explain.

I'm so glad to have met you,
but that goes without saying.

People are just people; they all **** up. Life happens.

Anything or Anyone now is
his way of coping.
Entertaining, and using them. Hoping
that they fill the void.
But we both know
there won't be another.
So why bother?
Like that pacifier for the baby,
they'll silence the sadness.
For the time being.
But that can only last so long,
soon you'll come to your senses.
It'll all come crashing down and
you'll have to deal with those feelings.
So profound, and distinct.
This isn't what you hoped it'd be.
Letting them occupy your space,
all while trying to get rid of me.
Play time is over, time to face the truth.
You allowed artificial love to pacify you.

Why is it that she's hurting, life on pause.
Meanwhile......
He hasn't missed a beat. Forever on the scene.

Did you two not share the same love?

This isn't adding up.

Because she's steady losing sleep,
and he's steady selling dreams.

She's still drowning in her tears,
as he pushes her to the back of his mind.

Unfinished poems and endless thoughts,
that's all her life consists of these days.

Cleaning up the mess in her heart,
the atrocious mess he made.

Rebuilding and gaining focus,
she's finally back on track.

She learned to love herself again;
He took four steps forward,
and then five steps back.

He finally came to his senses,
a day late and a dollar short.

He's regretting all of his decisions,
while she's blossoming like never before.