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The Affair

I think about you daily to the point of no return.
You’re an obsession that I can’t seem to shake, an addiction that not even rehab can cure.
You are my morphine that I need every day just to get by, you make the pain go away and
get me feeling so high that nothing even matters any more.
I know it’s over, hell, it never really began. But for the life of me, I can only picture my life
with you.
Surrounded by your embrace, warmed by your laughter, loved by your smile.
You make me think of being in a desert, no water, no food, no way of survival.
And then, out of no where appears this oasis, an oasis filled with fresh water and the
sweetest berries.
The sweetest of berries.
I know I can’t be with you, for she’s with you and I’m with him but let’s just pretend for a
moment…a simple moment…that we could make this thing work…
Could I be the air that you needed to breathe?
Could I be the beat of your heart and the pep in your step?
Could we make this fatal attraction a reality?
For see when I see you I see me, and when I see me I see you right next to me, walking
and swinging like we’re nine and having the most wonderful time.
I dream of the nights I get to hold you close and even when I’m laying next to him I’m
imagining your embrace and the smell of your hair and the sound of your snores.
Yes I said it, I want to even hear you snore because the rhythm of your breathing eases the
tension that leaves me awake at night.
Just imagining you next to me helps me get a full 8 hours rest and when I awake I am fully
rejuvenated.
You see his kisses aren’t like yours, and her touch isn’t like mine, we are missing so much
chasing after things that don’t belong in our midst,
Won’t you just listen for a minute…please...listen…just for a minute.
I can make you feel like no other, and care for you like no other, and be there when there is
a dead end and you can’t turn right or left.
I can smoke a rib and light a blunt like one of the homies, and when night time falls I can be
a special homie…
She can’t and will not love you like I do and while he trys, his efforts are in vain because the
only eyes that I have are for you.
You are my sunshine when the clouds turn gray, my warm rain on a sunny day.
You are my personal chocolate mountain that I would like to climb, to reach the climax is a
dream of mine.
I can see us with or without kids, we can even have a dog if that’s all you want to deal with.
Just do me this one favor and think about it, please, just for a moment.
Think how happy we can be, just you and me.

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I Am So Sick of Love

I am so sick of love. You said you loved me unconditionally but yet you don’t even
acknowledge me. You acknowledge my flaws more than my attributes and question every
decision I make as if it were for you. You ignore my individuality, trying to persuade me to
be somebody other than me. This in and out, back and forth love that makes me dismiss the
thought of fairytale love, because it cant exist with a love like this.
I am so sick of love. That get to know you stage, were it’s that “hey how you doing, what’s
your name, can I get your number.” That leads to the you can be my boo, I wanna get down
wit you that makes me think I have found real love. That questionnaire that includes do you
go to church and “Of course Jesus is my homeboy, we’ve been together through thick and
thin”, but in the end you’re trying to get in my pants. You place my wants, desires, and needs
to the back burner like unused grease and leave them there while you do what you desire
thinking you are making me better but really destroying every ounce of my being.
I am so sick of love. The love that makes you question your beliefs, compromise your
friends, and take on your worst enemies. The one that makes you change face and forget
what your father told you just so you can feel that five second embrace, and that 72 hour
regret. Why is love so important anyway? I thought it was suppose to be unconditional,
forgiving, passive/aggressive and kind hearted. You need me I need you, but you don’t need
me. You need them and I need you to validate who I am because I have been transformed
into this being that has never existed before, who is foreign to me as I am foreign to her.
I am so sick of love. Love has my mind twisted and my body aching, my soul pierced with a
spear and slowly dying. Is this what love is about, or am I just being irrational because my
innocence has been taunted?

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Honestly

Honestly I’m tired.
One minute I’m up, the next I’m down.
I don’t know what real happiness is anymore.
I smile but it’s fake.
I laugh but the tears come next.
What’s the point? Honestly…what’s the point?
What made me happy in the first place? What used to make me smile uncontrollably?
I lost it, what it was. I used to find pleasure in the clear blue sky. The cloud formations would
make it so peaceful and serene.
Now…it’s just a clear blue sky.
Nothing peaceful about it.
The clouds make no formations that capture the imagination. There are bland as a blank
canvas with no artist to bring it to life.
I used to find pleasure in listen to the sound of the ocean.
Like a fetus in the womb it would calm me, even when it seemed like I couldn’t be consoled.
The smell of the water would intoxicate me, in the times where I wasn’t sick from the salt
overdose, it would take me on a high that I had never been before, a natural high, a
hangover free high.
I used to like those highs.
That type of high where if you got pulled over they would try to test you for a DUI, but the
results would come back negative because no man created machine could test this type of
high that came from nature itself in a sweet little package that we need to live everyday.
Have you inhaled that package today?
No, like seriously.
Take a deep breath and just exhale slowly. All the troubles of the world seem to fade away if
only for that second. And while a second may seem like a blink of an eye, I’d rather have a
blink of filled with peace than one of misery.
Remember when the era of innocence used to surround you?
God what I wouldn’t do to be innocent again.
To be carefree and full of life and just pleasant to be around.
Not waiting on others to make decisions but going with the flow and thinking about the
consequences later and laughing at yourselves trying to get out of the strangest
predicaments.
Strange and not dangerous and filled with memories that would last a lifetime instead of
ones that would haunt you for eternity.
Oh to be innocent again!
To be able to console those that shed rivers of tears instead of having to be consoled all the
time. But there’s nothing wrong with needing to be consoled, everyone has to shed a tear or
two, right?
Of course, you have to…that’s the only release that you have.
No one is happy all the time. No one.

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I Am Trapped Between Two Worlds

I am trapped between two worlds, Lord which one do I choose?
I want both but one leads to an eternity without you. 
My heart is racing and my mind isn’t at ease, 
I need to make a decision so my soul can have peace. 
I’m fighting a battle that seems to have no end, 
on the one side I lose my Father, 
on the other I lose my friends. 
I’m burdened by this quest to find true happiness, 
something, anything that will give my soul some rest. 
I lay awake crying, the tears running down my cheeks. 
It’s like all of heaven is laughing and pointing at me. 
I’ve prayed and I’ve cried yet to no avail I see. 
You won’t even answer the questions that are plaguing me. 
I can’t eat, 
I can’t sleep, 
I breathe nothing but ice. 
I feel like I am in the artic when it’s winter and there is no light. 
It’s darkness all around me, I cant see my hand in front of my face. 
I try to retrace the steps to righteousness but I seem out of place. 
I seem not to belong, but I know I am destined to be here. 
So why is leaving everything behind the biggest thing that I fear? 
To leave everything is to gain everything but that equation doesn’t add up in my mind. 
Through bitterness, pain and suffering I find, that nothing I do or say is helping me make my 
situation better. 
That’s why I had to sit down and write you this letter. 
I figured since you won’t hear my prayers, a letter will do the trick instead. 
I’m all out of options and this is the last stop before the train leaves.
I need to hear from you now God, I need to know my destiny. 
Am I wasting my time searching for you, have you already turned your back? 
Or is there still a second left where you’ll have mercy and let me get back on track?

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No Love Here

It’s hard to say where this is going,
Honestly I don’t love you, and yet I can’t depart from you either.
Is it my need to use what you have to benefit my pathetic life?
Or is it something remotely there that could spark a flame?
I shudder at the thought of marriage with you, yet each day that’s what we strive towards.
Am I trapped in a black hole of romance that I can’t escape? 
Will you be the last man I ever date?
I am fearful of our future. 
Not knowing if you’re enough to satisfy my desires or if I’m just settling because I’m tired of 
looking. 
I have no clue, but I need to make a decision soon or else I will lose myself forever in this 
thing we call a relationship.