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You and I
Wove a beutiful tapestry
all the right colors
in all the right places
but there is this red string
of lie
that got woven in
unseen by me
and when I saw it
and pulled it
the whole tapestry
fell apart.
And part of me
wants to weave it
right back
from the start.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
Last night
was crazy. Wasn't it?
So crazy I had to
turn myself on auto-pilot
to be able to function properly.
And our conversation
last night
was something worthy
of spoken word poetry.
And it was so raw
with honesty.
And I realized that what I wanted
was not to un-love you.
What I wanted was to know
that you are okay with the fact
that I do.
And you took me by surprise
by going on auto-pilot too.
And I will stay.
I am here.
And I rest on the fact that you you will stay too.
You are there.
And that we will always find a way
to stay.
And you said it yourself.
I was amazed too
by the fact that not even the deepest
controversial issues
can stop us from enjoying conversation
with each other.
Darling I guess
that is just how we roll.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
You and I, we play a dance.
For the past seventy-six days
we've come to know the steps
and learned to move to a beat
that only the two of us
seems to understand.
It doesn't matter
who texts "Good morning" first
or who starts what conversation
or who chooses the topic.
It doesn't matter
if we just sit in silence
comfortable in each other's thoughts,
"Talking" through telepathy.
It doesn't matter
that we can talk about the deepest
issues of our hearts
of our pasts,
one moment
then we start talking about
the most random,
borderline nonsensical,
often impossible and fictional
thought experiment kinds of stuff.
But it does matter
that we say "Good night"
and that often, we choose to sleep
at the same time.
It does matter
that we stay up late
as long as the other person
still has some rant he or she
has to say.
It matters
that we listen
and speak with honesty.
It matters
that you hold open doors for me.
It matters
that we show up early--
earlier than the time we agreed on.
That is something natural to me--
I hate being late.
But it matters
that you have never been late yet
to all our "dates"--
it matters because
you told me
you were always late.
It matters.
It matters to me
because, DT,
I love you.
I've chosen to love you.
But for now it matters
that I keep silent
because you are not ready.
It matters.
You matter to me.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
God forgive me for I have sinned.
You gotta think outside the box.
So I did.
It got me locked in one.
Just because I wanted to leave reality I had to leave my city.
Baptism of fire.
Or a temperature of 103.
These prophets forcing me to drink wine.
Or red Gatorade to detox.
On the main floor we are all dressed the same but one claimed that she was Moses.
One claimed she brought down a giant with one stone.
Moses had a vision to part the red sea on her arm. So she did.
David carried rocks in her pocket, she brought down her giant's with a spoon and lighter.
That first night I prayed.
I don't pray unless I need to. Believe me, I do everything in my power to never need to.
This place is not holy.
Would you believe me if I told you a 12 year old lives here because she chose to touch her brother in spiritual places.
I think the devil touched her.
She tells the workers that she wants to baby sit.
She tells me I'm too pretty to have asthma .
I tell myself 10 days until I'm home.
God forgive them, for they know not of what they have done.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:29 AM UTC