I think I fell in love with poetry
because he taught me how to
tell the truth
even when I'm not drunk.

I'm starting to believe the soul that said first love is never forgotten cause my anxiety can't seem to move on.

Whistling wind
countless stars
bright moon
melodies of flowing water like
strings of a violin
trees swaying in our direction
a witness to our union
Your lips parting
emerald eyes
ice cold fingers
my heart suspended
warm blood gushing
knees weakening
metal crashing
binding of two hearts
and then......
Oh! it was just a dream.

So here is this
I don't care if your cut from pure linen and I'm made of patches
I don't care if your speech is flawless and mine is cranky
I don't care if your slim and I'm chubby
I don't care if I'm a shortee
I don't care if my lips are bulky
So you can say anything that my patience can take

But remember,I came from a black womb...
I drank from black ****
So don't take me lightly.

I dont hate you
Its just that ...
I hate the fact that you
call me up to tell me that your new girlfriend's bitchface
is better than my smile
I hate that you keep
reminding me of the whistling
winds that witnessed the moment when
You parted your lips melodiously
like piano keys
and them deceitfully claimed
you'd be my nothing if nothing lasts forever....
I hate that you compare my ******* to hers
I hate that you call me up to
say she is great at giving head when I never tried
Though it hurts
I find that I can't delete your number
And I keep picking your calls
Maybe you had my heart
more than you knew.