September 21, 2020

So I’ve exploded, perhaps on something light as a feather. All the weight came down. X doesn’t think of the small things. He wants to be what I need but he just isn’t. He has alot to learn, or maybe he’s just used to treating me this way. Used to me allowing it. I know he has work to do because at one point he said he didn’t even know if we were together still. I wanna ask him why or how could he live and sleep not knowing if we were together. He says I’m intimidating. I don’t understand him, he doesn’t understand me. We both know our darkest parts though, so we think we know…

I was waiting for you and you just…

There’s alot of questionable things about him and only he can tap into his subconscious and sort it all out. And I don’t…. I do love him, we both deserve better though.

Natural disaster

After the storm
He cries
Having no honor in his display

So she lays around lighting sage like it’s a cigarette
He sweats now not understanding
He likes to talk
She likes to walk
She pretends she doesn’t feel his stutters
And he denies she knows where he comes from
Not knowing himself from the outside
He is

A natural disaster

Suit yourself

If you’d prefer to sit there as I devour this holy pomegranate for my last meal

Then I wouldn’t bat an eyelash during grace

While the world is lovemaking to cope with flesh

I vow to touch the earth with the courtesy of life in mind

As you reflect the desert
Sandy and grit

The in-between
The more of the lesser

You’d be fine off asking yourself

Have you forgotten
And what are you willing to do to remember