being a poet in love
means writing down
every single emotion
you’ve ever felt on to paper

it means turning simple things
about a person into
deep details that only
you would notice

such as when the one you
love simply smiles at you
that could turn into
“his mouth turned upward into
a small smile upon his cheeks
making my stomach erupt
into tiny butterflies”

it means writing every single
interaction you’ve had with that
person and turning it into something
poetic and beautiful even if it’s as
simple as a smile

it means letting your heart
do the writing for you as the
emotions pour out of your mind

but it also means heartbreak
lots and lots of heartbreak
having your heartbroken
even helps poets write about
being in love

it’s hard being a poet in love
because we can never find
someone who truly wants
to be written about

You fed off my enegy
and savoured the very depths of my existence

When I was too bland ,
You used the salt from the wells of my eyes
To sprinkle flavour upon my lack .

Until you coiled me in transgression and left me to spiral into a beautiful concoction.

i am blended by your lust .

Disrespect
Is served best
COLD
Unless you want to leave a burn
Then put desire in her heart,
Lust in her eyes,
&
Do as he did to her

                       *

The sky's been white for a while
The wind's cold like trauma
First little flakes
Then in abundance
The snow falls with grace

Kinda sounds like us
Our love had me way up
When the sun was shining
I felt Irie  
But I noticed the leaves changing
Witnessed the rain & then the downpour came for me

All these doubts of mine confirmed
Didn't listen to what I knew
Ignorant & Niave

          'you just made it easier for him to
              TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU'

& sometimes he did
most times I didn't mind it
forced myself to be submissive
{sips tea}
so I could bear the pain
so I could play this game

Shots to the face,
As this ***** taunts me,
but I just look hydrated

'So, you think that you're ****, so you think that you know?'
{sips tea}
Personally , yes & if channeled indeed
Really it's you full of toxicity
I bet you wish that you were me
Never would you admit it so I'll stay HUMBLE
Growing up & growing old, you are the latter

Weary, yes I'm tired of maltreatment of my soul
Abused by those, who think they know more than me
Teach me then elder, don't you manipulate me
If I'm supposedly niave , then what does that make thee?
I say, "Guilty"
If we are talking legally.
In other words, that's foul play.
{sips tea}
A thousand kisses, I still wish you could receive
But I'm a queen , we are of different classes
You can serve but you may not sit with me , you fool.

How merciful I am
To even let you live
How far I've come
...
Like a rose
I've grown
Beautiful
& now dangerous

A step up from the disrespected tulip
I was,
I was
Picked & prodded at
He-loves-me-notted with

Reconcile before you come for me,
THE FORGIVING
Oh, I shall not forget ; the painful bliss
*** appeal, that's what gave you all of me
Exodus, I must voyage to a higher freak-queen-see
So you can see the vision
But I'll be out of reach,
preserving me