Did you know that every time he searched your eyes,
While he pushed deep-
That his emotions passion and lust was equivalent to her?
For every time he traced his finger tip down your spine;
your hands grasped to cover more surface.
Cotton.
Polyester.
Satin,
as you braced for smooth impact.
He only understood the similar love language he shared with her.
With you-
craving of possessive feelings,
Proving your worth to him
asking for time via a clock whom hands couldn’t unwind
Separate.
Disintegrate.
A Minaj a trios-
unbeknownst to you existed,
Co-starring you
For every soft connection within each curve...
Your identity was a reflection of another.
For all the things you projected
Marriage.
House.
Dog.
Children.
His capability of taking you to ecstasy,
Lead you here
Had you any clue?
This little game called life,
Excluded the other woman (you).

When the moth no longer meditates on the cloth
When the fish fails to flit when it’s caught
When the calling crickets lose the will to whip up noise
When the eagle’s eagerness is evaporated along with poise
When all of nature neglects itself, adrift on its track
You’ll know for sure those feelings aren’t coming back

We all want our poems to trend and get views.
But when that is your focus, you're the one who will lose.

Striving for popularity can cause you to lose clarity.
Pulling you down a hole of insularity.

Instead, look ahead!
There are new horizons to be tread!
New poems to bloom happily in your garden bed,
no matter whether they are noticed...or even read!

stagnancy.
or, maybe falling very gradually,
falling so slow that the ground is unobtainable.
i can’t even see past the fog in my vision,
cloudy and hard to see through like the thoughts in my mind,
almost as if they are one and the same,
the fog and my brain.
i am a mystery,
you don’t know what you’re walking into,
and if you manage to push through i guarantee that you will get lost.
my inability to trust your mere words will result in you looping back to the start of your journey.
and for that i am sorry,
but if you can’t clear the grim thoughts that occupy my mind, i encourage you to give up.
find somebody who has less fog so that you can easily make your way to their heart.
and i will remain in the same position you found me in,
descending so slow that i forget i’m even falling,
and trust me i’ll be okay.
as i continue to fall, i close my eyes,
and it’s almost like i’m floating.
and for that moment my mind is clear,
i open my eyes and the fog is gone.
i see nothing.
no floor,
no walls,
nothing.
then i realize i was never falling,
i’ve been flying,
flying so high that the ground is not visible,
i’ve been flying so long that my thoughts became cloudy.
but now i am full of clarity and have come to the realization that i’ve been looking for something for so long that i got lost.
so now i will focus on myself and continue to soar,
and if the fog ever captures me again,
i will close my eyes.

I’m a refugee from the greatest part of me
I’m free range cattle that’s never truly free
I’m a poor scholar banned from the library
I’m the guide without a compass leading a company
I’m deaf but I heard all the things they said I’d be
I’m the one that didn’t vote but protested in the street
Yet even I realize there’s stranger things in reality