i want to lose myself in
your gaze and forget all
that is around me and i
want You to flood my
thoughts and i want You
to be the air that i breathe
and i want You to be the
place i walk to and the path
i walk on and i want You to
be the reason why my heart
beats and i just want You
to be enough.

what do your eyes see,
when they look at me?
they don't see my faults,
they don't see my mistakes,
they don't see my wrongs.
they see new mercies,
another chance to get it right.
they see who i am,
not what i have done.
your eyes are a sea of grace,
a sea of love
i will willingly drown in.

i am ruins.
i am dust.
i am rubble and broken windows.
i am nothing.
and You made yourself a home
in these ruins,
in this heart,
and somehow, i don't know,
You make beauty out of these ruins,
You make glory shine out of these
broken windows,
You see that i am not enough,
that i am broken and You make
Your light shine through the cracks
of this heart.

if i knew how to play
the guitar i would
write the sappiest love
songs for you
but sadly, darling, i am
musically impaired

if i knew how to paint
i would color
the most glorious sunsets
just for you
but sadly, darling, i am
artistically limited

if i knew how to sew
i would patch up
the torn seams
of your heart
but sadly, darling, i have no
idea how to use a needle

if i knew how to cook
i would make your
favorite desserts
to sweeten up your day
but sadly, darling, my
only specialty is burnt eggs

oh darling,
i am not good at many
things but if there is
one thing that i
can do well, oh my darling,
that is loving you.

one day,
i will fly.
i will fly above pain,
i will fly above sorrow,
and that day might not be tomorrow,
but i'll fly.
i'll fly to the moon,
to the highest cloud,
i'll fly over the damning crowd
that said i wouldn't soar.
oh, i'll fly.
i'll open up my big brave wings,
in myself i will believe,
and i'll fly and i will sing
and i will be all that i was meant to be
when i fly.

You never know how much you hurt until you feel that pain deep down in your abdomen.. the pain that's so sharp that every single breath makes it difficult for you to gasp for oxygen. My chest has this pain that aches with every thought of you.. so when I'm alone a tear drop falls from my eyes... I'm strong so I hold back a few!

Words cut a person deep, so deep that you'll feel like dying soon.. but knowing there's all ways better days I just smile from all the good things I thought about you.. reminiscing about how we use to have fun made me shed a few tears and actually they came down like a water fall. That my lashes mended together and my eyeliner ran, but at that moment I truly didn't give a ****!

Nine words you said to me made me feel some type of way... never thought I could hate someone the way that I now hate you babe.. you toyed with me and brought fuckery into my life, but in the end you claim that I frustrated you and dnt even try to put up a fight to keep me in your life..

Men only leave you when they've found someone else new... they play with you and you're their puppet till they're actually thru.. Now anger starts to kick in and you're thinking all these evil thoughts..

So instead of wishing bad things.. I just lay here and go deep into thought...

I'll never again allow what happened take place again... so to make my self feel better I'll rather lose thought of you and cry one last cry!!!

Wish I could have another again to start what we use to have over again... Wish I had a remote to were I could rewind back to that night we had our first kiss and we told each other goodnight....Wish I could go back and pause on the moment in my head when I first cried and you wiped my tears and told me you loved me and would never hurt me....Just want another again to be the woman in your life, but I know that fate has taken your attention into another direction and all that we had only seems like drama or seems to be a nightmare you've waken up from and never want to explore again.. But even though we had our hard times I always prayed for another and another and each time I prayed for it to be the best and it would go on for forever... I know that my another again isn't the kind I dreamed of, but only another broken heart and many tears that I cry... Just ask that you remember me and dream that you had another again with me for just one night with only you and I happy and smiling, and remembering the love we had.. And when you awake you can go back to your normal life... But just do that and I'll meet you there... That's all I ask is for another again to sleep peacefully dreaming about you and I.....Another Again!

I'm sick and tired of begging you
And dropping hints isn't enough
But I'll cry my entire heart out
Because this isn't love.

I don't expect much
Not from you, at least
But as many times as I've pleaded
The least you could do is read.

Read the words I wrote in my blood
In phrases I ripped from my soul
See the punctuation I crafted from tears
Notice the warmth of love or hatred's frigid cold.

Know me from this poetry
Because I've instilled my life in them
Judge me or accept me as you read
Reject me or call me a friend.
.
.
.
Or, I suppose, you could refuse
Tell me you'd read them, though that's a lie
And I'll drown in my own insecurity
After you've decided not to read, I'll cry.

we didn't mind our mistakes
like everyone else did.
he spelled his name wrong,
always and I sometimes.
He forgot key letters
slung his slang between
my tongue, pierced his
bottom lip, tatted
Breaking Babylon
across his chest, buzzed
his black hair low so that
his olive colored scalp
shone through,
scissored his black jeans into
shorts, lectured me on
his truths and my truths
and how our privilege
is self-evident, whispered
to me on cold cold nights
about the coming of the
Zion train and that either
Lauryn Hill or Nneka
would be it's conductor,
grew his hair down to his
shoulder when I
buzzed mine low revealing
my tight curls
and cursed his blossom
pink lips and prodded his
piercing with my thick
bottom lip and waited
and waited and waited.
He liked my mistakes
and my curiosity and I
liked his confidence
in his abilities. He didn't
cover his mistakes, he
was sure of them.
He told me the Zion
train would come the
day that I decided
to ask and still I
couldn't resist asking,
is your heart breaking?
and now he's telling me
he's missed me and that
it's good to hear from me
and that he's missed my
blue velvet voice, and I
have to bite my tongue
and nibble my fingers
to stop myself from
asking him,
is your heart still breaking?
but I know that I've
missed him more than I
enjoyed breaking his heart.
He likes my curiosity
and the mistakes that
come along with them.