They say "be my valentine."
So we can wine and dine.
We'll fake the beauty of love,
pretentious eternity,
and forevers that are temporary.

He says "I should honour you today."
Let me buy you cards and roses.
Let me feed you strawberries and cream, baby dream.
While this night ignites.
When I know he's only feeding me with lies.

Tells me "I'll show you the seven wonders of the world in one night."
When I know he can never show me one love for the rest of my life.

But I believe.
See God created Adam and Eve, to love as a unity.
But even they took the apple from upon the tree.
And quite frankly,
I don't want a bite at love.

But here I am, holding on to faith and destiny.
'Cause I know my love will come on the day the Lord proclaimed for me.
Not a money-making scheme man has made it to be.

You'll see.
He'll prove.
(God Almighty doesn't need a valentine's day to do it.)

smeared lipstick,
running mascara,
"you said forever",
eats a tub of ice cream,
repeatedly stabs your voodoo doll in the chest.

' You getting fat. '

Seemed so effortless,
the way in which those words floated off their tongues, and seeped through the opening of their lips.

Only to leave me feeling like a broken mirror.
               S
                  h
                      a t
                              t     e
                                         r
                                                e      d.

It became a melody within my mind.
A song containing the content of bad lyrics, with no warning of parental advisory.
(Because honestly, the mirror spoke more words than momma's mouth ever could.)

' You getting fat. '

If there was any hope for me ever finding ways around that phrase.  
It would be that I was,

getting there.

Not that I had,  

arrived.

If you look into the mirror,

and don't like what you see,

you can find out first hand,

what it's like to be me.

The type of girl who looks into your eyes, and instead of noticing the bright brown hue of the iris, peers into the darkness of your pupils.


The kind of girl who would apologize for being so easy to leave.


The type of girl who will write a book full of poems about you, just so she can burn the pages when she fills it up.

In the homes of huts and shacks.
There were times I saw the hopefulness that consumed the people among them.

In the homes of built up mansions.
There were times I saw the hopelessness that consumed the people among them too.

And it was then I had to fathom the fact.
That sometimes, just sometimes.

The bad want it good,
             &
the good have it bad.

If words were actual physical things,
then maybe,
we could all finally feel what is being said.

don't you dare
give up on this life

not tonight


not tomorrow

not ever.

don't you dare
give up on this life

not tonight


not tomorrow*

*not ever.

"She was a genius of sadness,
immersing herself in it,
seperating its numerous strands,
appreciating its subtle nuances.
She was a prism which through sadness
could be divided into its infinite spectrums..."

"Forgive and Forget."**

We forgive,
but we don't forget.

And that's the thing,
They think because you haven't forgotten,
that you haven't forgiven either.

Is it odd?

That I'm a little bit inlove with Death.
The only lover who would take away my breath.

A man,
far more interested than just my body,
but my soul.
Dust to dust, ash to ash.
My anatomy of coal.

            Please!
Make my heart skip a beat.
So in the pause of silence,
we'll meet.
Or make it beat no more,
And the endless questions will cease,
Like "What am I living for?"

Come Death take me!
And set me free.
For Life,
Well, Life has never let me be.

And you can't seem to recognise that person in the mirror.

Who is she?
Where is she?
How is she?

                                              But she knows.
                                      And what she knows
                                                  saddens her.

In that mirror.

She is her insecurities.
She is her regrets,
She is her failures.

In that mirror.

She is here.
She is there.
She is nowhere to be found.

In that mirror.

She is lost.
She is broken.
She is damaged.

Wait...

Maybe I know that person.
Maybe that person,

                                                        ­        Is
                                                      ­         Me.

The day father died.
Momma said I saved her life.

'Cause the rain of pain that came, drove this widow insane.
Death's affair with life,
only brings it to love in vein.

But momma stayed.
For me.
Though life has gone, there's life that's risen.
Listen! Your mind's a prison.
But I set you free.
From the sorrow of tomorrow.
From the tears of the years,
he will no longer kiss us goodnight.
And we'll fight.
Momma we'll fight 'till it's alright.

And we'll smile again.
I'll smile again,
'Cause momma, its your grave I saved.