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Mar 2016
Meet you on false pretenses though it was convenient I was to much appreciative of the the brutal taps through out the night as we slept as friends in the same area
You was a woman with promiscuous intentions but was dealing with self esteem issues as if that had anything to do with it I offered myself to your life as a gentlemen, as you announced I was your first relationship and I took that in consideration and treated you as gentle as welded flowered should be tended to.
We shared moments and made memories conversations was of future reference of the possessible of stablemates in hence there was bad times mistakes were made and I push you to things I believe was in the back of your mind in the beginning
You gave Me faith when doubt was an option, taunted by racism in your family but was tested and failed miserably by the flesh trust is a broken bridge that will not be cross because it's not stable.
So together was shared with phone calls and day visits only when work allowed and company was no more secret was in midst of it all  "We" were tainted "us" was not involving me anymore exploring was a concern of mine friends really want friends trying there luck with you as you express your singleness.
Apologizes was said forgiveness was given but the memories couldn't not be forgotten
And words cutting deeper than a knife reaping what I sow moving on looks like necessity.
Blames became the accuser avoidance allowed satisfaction stability became a problem though the feeling was not mutual in cahoots with a certain lifestyle looking forward why turn around convenient for *** nothing less nothing more til the feeling demobilized and there was no more.
Dwelling, emphasizing, considering, clarity became the only solution mentality changes  self-respect  development to another person  Time and patience leads to forgive and forgetting
Tears are shed the lives are lead with  misconception and deception to be repression among others I love myself and respect my choice to be is to live to hurt, to be hurt and not be held by chains and etc observance.
Reminiscing, rejoice, embrace,  just do it and be happy years are too be joyful hurting is painful so love.
Renard Jackson
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Renard Jackson  Daytona Beach,fl
(Daytona Beach,fl)   
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