Today she cried

And that’s when my heart died

Once Again.

Yesterday she smiled

And oh what a wonderful smile it was

I wasn’t there that time, but I can

Only imagine....

To think she’s in pain,

Rips my soul into a pile of  shredded remain

Every success feels

Like I won a Nobel prize

But every setback feels

like another piece of my heart taken away

like a petal removed from

A flower

I can’t... but I have to

I love her too much

And that may be the very thing

that destroys me and

strengthens me all at the same time

My petals may be taken away

(everyday, I might add)

But it is my love for her that will

Put back a petal every time

one goes away, because

I love her too much to not stay

flowing, my tears are flowing
i just want to have my the end.
numbness, my soul is drowning
in an ocean of numbness

stop. please. make it stop.
I. CAN'T. TAKE. IT. ANYMORE!!!!
when can i reach my the end???
i don't want to continue on IF life is like this.

my heart, so frozen...
my mind, so self-poisoned...

my genes were not my choice

my eye color was not my choice

my height was not my choice

MY SKIN WAS NOT MY CHOICE

so why do you discriminate me for

my skin and no my eye color or height?

why discriminate me about

something i had no choice in at all?

you make me feel like it's my fault

when no fault is there to begin with...

i loved her, & she i, but you reject me

because i am dark, why?

i ask you not to reject me, but if you

were to, why not because of

something i have control over like

my words? my commitment?

at least i can take it as constructive

criticism and self-reflect. but....

what can i do to change my pigment???

Read my mind, and you have gotten my attention.

****** my heart, and you have gotten my body.

Decipher my soul,  and you have gotten me for eternity.

When you don't like yourself
You tend to dislike everything connected to you
New things seem to be more attractive

When you learn to love yourself
Then the same old love
Starts looking new
Starts looking nice

Thank you
For teaching me
How to love myself

When you don't like yourself
You tend to dislike everything connected to you

New things seems to be more attractive
When you learn to love yourself

Then the same old love
Starts looking new
Starts looking nice

Thank you
For teaching me
How to love myself

I've been thinking
I've been dreaming
And... I've been nightmaring

I want to love him
I want him to love me
Learn about me and then still love me

I want him to hear of my gruesome times
and then kiss me with such surety
that it helps my soul stop quivering