She smiled as he told her it’s over
Between the two of them
She mumbled underneath her breath

“Heart breaks make for good poetry”

Her heart would be the ink
To write this story
Of how he thought she was his one and only
She cheated because, she felt his love faded
When next to him she felt so lonely
When he kissed her
he kissed the entire mankind
She admitted to never being holy
Sleeping with demons, and pleasing others
A savage at most, her motto was that she will never be tamed
Too wild to love
Too broken to fix
A victim of subjectivism
Only to be exposed for lacking loves definition

Edger Allan Poe inspired me
Shakespeare educated me
Maya Angelou raised me
These writers created a beast in me
A beast of emotions, words that lack definitions
Only existsting in my expressions

Ideal to the common citizen
I write with a pen full of love, curiosity and pain

Emotions that have gone blind, to common sense, and swallowed a pill full of ego

I realize I am worthless without this pen and this pain

I write of love as if I feel it
I write of Justice as if I need it
I write of human behavior as if I need to fix it

If I am to die let my words live on within your emotions when you read them
Forever and ever I hope you feel them

Steve - Hey

Steve - Hey

Steve - Hey how are you doing?

Steve - Hey I’m just trying to get to know you.

Steve - Wow so it’s like that?

Steve - You won’t even give me a chance?

Steve - I know you see the Facebook messages.
                            
Anna - Hey sorry I don’t feel like talking. You are not worth my time or attention.

Steve - I’m good now.

Steve - I found me another lover.

Steve - All I wanted was your time and your attention, but you placed my heart in an emotional detention.

Steve - To me now you just another potential lover I could of loved and cared for. But you loved your ego more.

Anna - I’m sorry.

Anna - At the time you wanted me I was busy.

Anna - I want you now though, even though you have another lover, I envy her. Your persistence showed me you were worth my time. But my ignorance encouraged me to ignore my heart and feed my ego.

Anna -  Now it’s sad to watch you go.                                                  

Anna - I wish I knew better and did better. Now loneliness comforts my ugly mess.

Steve - I guess this is goodbye, because with persistence I also come with, love, patients and loyalty. I am glad I never gave you the best of me.

Steve - My lover truly deserves all of me. My time and my energy, my flaws and insecurities. Thank you for letting me find the best of me.

Steve - You were the light that had to shine in me for me to find the best of me. Your rejection brought out a better version of me.

Steve - Love stings like a blind bee it can kiss anyone and make them feel it slowly. For those it never kisses their hearts forever remain lonely.

Life is a bulletproof vest full of stitches
Shot at on every block
While opportunity knocks
Misery rocks as it seeks company
When it does it also invites empathy
Sometimes empathy shows up
And other times  it doesnt

The Homeless hug blocks for comfort
While the fortunate beg for time
Is this all worth it?

Is dying rich more valuable than living broke?
Or is living broke more valuable than dying rich?

I ask this because a wound cut deep knows know value of who it hurts

Pain is ignorant, it knows know race or social economic status
It’s only agenda is to break us or make us

When death comes for us
No bulletproof can save us

Loving you is like poetry
It never seems to end

I metaphorically fell for you spontaneously
I found your analogies of love to be lovley
Your words tore my emotions down
And you discovered the real me

By now most would flee
but you stayed and fell for the real me

If love is poetry
then you know
you would have to rhyme with me
You are my headache and my therapy
My Sad and happy

My one and only

T.V. Screens telling us visions
But yet we do not see

Shelves full of bibles
But we do not read
Wonder why we are unholy

Twisted thoughts while seeking clairity
No wonder why we don’t see clearly

Living in a world that’s full of fantasy
Stomachs full of ******
Seekers of love but still feel lonely