You don't have to know me
To write a word

Or feel me
out there

Feels like I'm in space

Feeling you walk next to me
Diagonally
on cross streets

And not see me

Seeing you discard the moment you clicked

My picture
Remains

In a mirage of meringue and memories
Stuck inside my brain
This hurts

Please Forget

Me

Please…

Do not favor only the word
Is that all you have?
Is reality as bleak from the inside out?
Tell me.

You make it seem so far away
Disjointed like limbs miscounting their branches disconnected from their hippocampus

Your prefrontal cortex
Jagged
For the Jugular

I'll have you know…

I can cough up whispers
Tingling twisted

Circles around my
Shortened breaths

Wrapped in all I know

Still I would never see your paintings on the wall

Still You could never see your paintings on the wall

Climbing
False poetry and lines
Unraveling the recital of a lifetime


Go AWAY WHY DON'T YOU

Stop writing.

Leave me to reflect amongst the truths that refuse to let me go

That continue to let me know how much stronger

I can be

How much I am without your weight
Your manipulations on high
Swirling like puppetry
upon my shoulders

Knees abound by once your word

I once read you Khalil Gibran
I remember that.  

The Prophet is my life.
And I love him.

I can only imagine someone like him
to fawn on
and vice versa
Oh, how the times have changed...

To make a Lover's call


For it is clear as the Praise on my

Softened pillow

Dried tears

I am not calling

I am Becoming

Loving
Being
Fully Me in Furnished Uplifting

Unpeeling in the Layers of immaculate forms

Smiling into sunset waters

Majestically
At peace
With Me

I am home.