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Mercy May 2021
I'm fine on my own,
I was fine on my own,
Won't stop doing so either way,
I'm halfway done almost a masterpiece,
Only if I give it my full attention to heal.

The breaking part is getting old,
I hate guessing, and been
Enlightened that con**-men give,
By earning trust, time and chance
But am on a timeline
Where it's better for nothing to be happening,
Than a download pending update

My patience I ran out
The day I realized I give
More than they deserve,
It's not why give that's eating me up,
But why consistently give when it's not something
That graces my lips to curve upwards as it crosses my mind.

If all you asking is for me to give,
Then I'll give you my regards
Sending you off to the next
Patient who has enough patience
To give you the chance to
Pull yourself together,
Time to prove your worth,
And enough time to earn each other's trust.

Am an ocean, I give beauty
And breath taking sceneries,
Smile to the sun whenever it
Smothers me with it's warmth,
Gracing me with it's glee
Brightening my core with its shine.
I give myself by embracing
My shores to it's least,
Closing-in to it's depth and surfacing my weak emotions with no weight.
That's how am built
As far as I have water and the void to fill,
Flowing will be me in waves
Through tides and against rocks.
I As the ocean accommodates the dead too
And live with it until someone
Picks out the rote in me.
As long as I have an inlet and an outlet
Expect me to give fresh water.
Remember a pin dropped in an ocean doesn't move waves.
I hate guessing and being in cycles. Overthinking dropped me in a depressions once and am not going back to that hellhole so God help me
Mercy May 2021
Guess it's always a bad idea
Trying to make them understand
I mean the blind can see my
Inner feelings though
They are visually impaired
Yet the ones I try so hard
To explain to how
I feel don't even try listening let alone
Understand.
Yeah it's a hard pill to swallow
But remember we said
Unless it's the *I" before "they"
I don't wanna hear it too.
So what now?
Mercy Mar 2021
Telling a tale of
Our fairy tale
Was my favorite part of us
In the abyss of pain
The warmth was immense
Now after healing
Telling it out is equally
Irrelevant as your relevance in the story
Comes about as brush offs
Am happy
Grateful and thankful that you left
I've grown in thickness of experience
And understanding that wouldn't
Have been so if you were to stay.
Though the pain ain't there more
Once I tell of our tale
Gloom fills my room. Now am asking who are you?
Crazy love hello poetry
Mercy Feb 2021
Baby stay
Calm my inner Storm
With your authoritative peace
Competing each piece
Mercy Feb 2021
I promised never to
Lay it on paper if
Its all about you
But I guess it's easier
Said than done
The more I throw away
My pen and burn up
My book
The closer I get to
Reignition of hope
Maybe we were meant
To be
I should really stop doing this
Lord have your way
I need to sleep
**** my mind just can't stop
It Should be about you girl
You promised
Look at you now
Hopping back seat
Next to insomnia and amnesia
If I knew how hard
This was gonn be
I wouldn't have Loved deep
Or not at all
Wouldn't let information
Pave into my scarce world
Built-up a fortress and
Assume an island
Coz sanity now sounds like an
Insane understanding of meaning
Lost I am in the woods of
My walls
Gulping down
Large loops of
wrong choices
Right complications
Confusing ambiance
Crowned with a cover up smile
A drunkard never admits to being drunk
Mercy Dec 2020
Boo
"Hey boo its festive season"
"Cmon just a day"
"I count on it though"
"Mercy please"
"Okay fine"
Guess its my turn to stop
Being a constant knock
On an abandoned
House.
Learning
Mercy Oct 2020
New
I thought I was
A bungalow filled
With webs
Then I met you
A son
A light
A star
In between the suburbs
Of my healing
Its hard to explain the contractions
Of my veins and arteries
Coz the excitement
Registration is new to my
Heart
Mixed signals squeezing my
System to chuckle
Blush and giggle
I think am in Love again.
So my burial was birth
To this beauty
The kissing of smiles
Chucks of imagination
I can't clearly tell coz you know
You can't keep throwing stones
When you own a house of glass.
M.U.S.***
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