You are weak, you don't know how to love. I know this to be true because you were able to sit across from me at the coffee shop after trying to steal a kiss from my lips and then tell me that you loved her. I laughed. If that's love then I want no part in it. I looked you up and down and asked myself what I saw in you for so long. I thought of our relationship and my head began to swirl with the messages you would send . . . to girls that weren't me. So I asked you. "When did I become not enough for you?" You blinked and glanced down, unable to meet my eyes. "Taylor, you became too much."

You're **** right I did. Any girl who has self-respect, ideas in her head and love for herself becomes too much for you. You like easy, I will no longer shrink myself to fit into the mold you lay out. Poor you. Poor her.

the Truth

its with kind regards
that you've been asked to avail yourself
excuse yourself
from our crying festivals and internal ridicules of should-have's,
to make an honest revelation of yourself.
i'd understand if you've gotten lost along the way
or forgotten the directions;
its been a while since your presence was requested
its just that right now
i’d really appreciate your attendance to the vulnerability.

i know you’ve noticed
i’ve conversed with tribes opposite to you long enough
i’ve testified against your whispers.
yes, its done nothing
but heighten my complexities and insecurities,
and disrupt my rhythm.
the rhythm I thought I could dance to on my own
without you taking the lead
or setting the record straight.
i’m sorry:
the times I stood you up
the unwanted plus one’s
the cancelled reservations,
but know that this one here
is just you and i
a table for two
and a serving of unseasoned confessions.

let me know when you can make it. . .

As I inhale for yet another breath,
I realize I haven't quite gotten some rest.
Maybe it's because all I kept stressing over last night was the fact of which, you weren't safe yesterday night.
I keep myself well aware of the situations you've been involved with,
I've been attempting to get some sort of attention from you,
But I guess I'm just fitting in like everyone else,
You're just not seeing me quite right,
Maybe you put me through this nerve racking test.
I'm exhausted,
I've been waiting in this same spot for this entire time, thinking maybe just maybe you would've called.
But the only person I hear from the other end is the person specifically telling me that you're unavailable  at this time.
I feel so drowned inside,
The way you ignored my sense of effort,
The only hope I have now is for someone, anyone to guide me to a light,
Or maybe even a simple sign,
I just need you to want me - like.
But I guess I'm just not your precise right.

Friendly pokes
***** jokes
Someone has misheard:

-Are you some kinda perv?
-I struck some kinda nerve?

Awkward looks
into boots.

Who will be the first
to change the topic,
pitch of talking?
Can this be reversed?

It was just an impulse.
Yes, it is that simple
when it's not rehearsed.
Who's that good with words?

Smile and let's move on.
Let us not be dull.
Moods will come and go
so on the go we learn.

Don't talk about your sadness,
They'll say you're an annoyance.
Don't talk about how terrified you are,
They'll say you're frustrating.
Don't talk about your struggles,
They'll tell you all about their triumphs.
Don't talk about what you're going through,
They won't understand.

Don't tell anyone anything.
Simply cause it's pointless.
Struggles of the dead are valued more than those who are alive.
Nobody wants to sit with you and hear your sad story.
They want you to toughen up and get over it.
And that's not what you want to hear.
So don't say anything to anyone.

As pernicious abate
and heat expose a seance
the impending storm tracking with an epistle
only return with a doomsday flight here
when a message disclose the raft
in a sea of moguls with a titan
let fashion disrobe from an olive tree
that mount preparedness with a tremble
then drain the swamp!