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Lines of Love

I read about some love today.
I could only smile.
Closed my eyes 
to that good feeling,
glad that yearning’s still alive.

I read about some love today.
Put myself in her shoes.
It made me giddy
that it was comforting,
Fell in love with the view.

I read about some love today.
Read the caution ‘tween the lines.
The nervousness
of the unknown,
but it eases over time.

I read about some love today.
Felt peace in what was theirs.
The type of love 
so love filled,
that you mention it in prayers.

I read about some love today.
Only shed a single tear.
This isn’t love you just read about,
This is love that you must feel.

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Lost Soul

I was lost.

For years
I was in my own world,
off doing my own thing,

didn't want to be saved,
never mentioned his name.

I was lost.

Walked around
with no guidance.
Made it out
of some things
because my steps 
were still guided.

And I know,
the last thing
you wanna hear
is a poem bout
Jesus,

but I wouldn't 
waste my time
if I didn't believe it.

Religion and tradition
is misguided
and overrated.

It's the way
I live,
and my walk with him
that's the proof
that I made it.

I was lost.

The person
you see
is not who
I was,

I was far gone,
sin is a heck
of a drug.

For years
I dripped with guilt.
Quick to condemn myself
because of the life
that I lived.

Broke laws and
lived wild,
smoked weed and
popped bottles,
nearly every night.

Would drown myself
in darkness,
always running from
the light.

I was lost.

Started closing my heart.

But would
bust it open
for the wrong reasons
and a low life.

But it's not
about the politics.

The past mistakes
or what ifs.

I wanted the freedom,
he gave me a taste.
Came back years later,
"look at the mess
that I made"

But it was
what I'd wanted,
so I couldn't complain.

I was lost.

My mind had me thinking
I had fallen from grace.
I had no fight in me,
tried to self medicate.

I look at all
the things I've done
and wonder how 
he could forgive.

Like all the times
I gave up on him,
and didn't want
to live.

Never learned
to love myself
until he loved me
at my darkest.

He stuck around
when I couldn't shine,
and my attitude
was cloudy.

Despite all that I'd done
I was never forsaken.
Even when I left him,
he stayed with me daily.

He was the one
who plucked me
from the ocean,
while people stood
on the beach
not seeing me drowning.

But his grace
is sufficient.
He says I'm forgiven,
that he loves me,
and he means it.

I was lost.

But look at me now.

All you see
is my past,
all he sees 
is my crown.

My soul's been restored
and he's fixing
what's broken,
I could have been dead
do you see why
I owe him?

Life for a life
but the payout
is worth it.

The payout is worth it.

I was lost.

Feels good to be back.

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Number 14

11 tears on the pillow
conflicted,
scattered.
Crying over things
my brain says
don’t matter.

My heart says different.

Typical,
can’t shake it though.
Odd hours each night,
trying to look
past the ceiling,
angry with the Lord,
always pleading for meaning.

Always begging for something.
Avoiding the issue.
Ignoring my demons
like the substance abuse,
love I won’t let go,
the past that I buried,

“Troubled young woman”
my head tries to be clearer.

Then night comes,
I’m trippin.
Thoughts incoherent,
anxiety attacking,
as I struggle to breathe.
The pressure,
the pressure,
more than it seems.

It is what it is,
no psychological blip.

Spent.
Exhausted.
Talked myself from the ledge.
How often I walk out.
How often I’m lead.

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Remember That I Loved You

*Edited for Length and Content*

Remember that I loved you
while we went riding 
through the ‘burbs, 
looking at houses we couldn’t afford, 
caught up in your naivety 
so you gave me your word,
dumped you for the next one,
thought I’d never be that girl.

Remember that I loved you,
gave him up for you.
Let you play games,
run things,
was easily your fool.
I was embarrassed
but I kept on,
you had to love me,
I insisted.
Tried to lie about the signs
you were honest
I ignored it.
At the end I took the blame,
let them think I was crazy.
Never told them ‘bout the talks,
all the promises you made me.

Remember that I loved you,
but you never felt the same.
I lied to myself 
and I lied to my friends.
Before,
I was on the ledge
and with you I took the plunge.
Fell face first
you stepped back,
just sex,
that’s what you want?
I gave it,
then chased you,
you took off with my heart.
Took some time
but I got past you,
you never needed that.

Remember that I loved you?
Thought 'at last’ 
I got it right.
You were different,
I was stable,
just two adults living life.
Slept together 
on the first night,
unconventional start.
But I had a key to your place,
you made your way to my heart.

Saw the text in your phone,
didn’t blow up your spot,
hardly clapped back
even though I was hot.
Dragged you through, 
you followed me back.
He put in his work,
so I’ll give him that.

Not sure why we ended,
something was missing.
I remember the night 
I was crying and pleading.
Two in the morning, 
frustration all on you.
We can point fingers,
I never made it easy.

Remember that I loved you?
Though I hated you at first.
I judged you,
thought lowly,
scum of the earth.

I was down for whatever
if you were involved, 
went from drop offs
to long talks,
my thinking evolved.

My heart was expanding.
You had plenty to offer.
I was far gone
long before the night in October.

You had me wide open,
I was young and unfocused.
I was marked,
I was yours,
we both know that you knew this.

Things happened so quickly, 
next month I was gone. 
Told you I’d be back,
I think you knew all along.

From there I went crazy,
you weren’t much better.
I held out,
you didn’t, 
she came back 
and you let her.

I didn’t sweat it,
just wrote poems 
and cried.
I’d text you,
you’d call me,
hurt on the line.

We tried.
Remember?

I tried,
I kept up, 
you gave up,
remember?

I reached out,
still loved you,
remember?

Then I branched out, 
you tried to come back,
don’t even.

Remember that I loved you?
I doubt it.

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For My People

This is for the ones
that spend most 
days alone.
Sitting in the same room
with the same four walls.

For the ones 
who get insulted,
then ignored all other times. 
The ones who retreat 
into themselves, 
make a home inside their minds.

This is for the ones
forced to keep 
things to themselves.
Because you had no one,
or the “ones”,
made you feel that way.

You who got overlooked.
Since you were 
dark skin,
had glasses,
fat,
or just not “it”.

The ones that 
hated high school,
because it felt
like no escape.

This is for the ones
too “them”
for everyone else,
too much “you”
for yourself,
you just never fit in.

This is for the ones
who went through life 
in their own worlds,
the only place
you found shelter.
People always looked on,
never made you feel welcome.

This is for the ones
who wrote their pains 
down on paper.

Those who cut it 
in their skin,
or popped more than 
recommended.

Those who 
ate it at dinner.

The ones who 
drank it from a bottle,
or poured it 
in a glass.

Those of you
that used sex,
tried to block it
on your back.

For the ones 
who sat numb,
just wanting to die.

This is for the ones
who got this,
who lived this,
you shed a tear to.

This was me too,

I’ll own it.
Never played
at being perfect.

And I’m sorry 
that you felt this.

Stop thinking
you’re alone.
If you were,
there’d have
been no need,
to write y'all 
in this poem.

Stop thinking
so lowly.

Be you
without apology,
and the need
to defend.

Show the world
what’s real
while it 
fronts and pretends.

Stop changing
and chasing.

Let ‘em act
like you’re nothing,
while they’re
secretly hatin.

Stop cringing
at your past,
and love who
you’ve become.

Yeah, 
it may have been
a long road,
but just cherish
the result.

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Love Makes You Stupid

Love makes you stupid.

It makes you wait
by the phone, 
praying that it rings.
It numbs the annoyance, 
‘cuz when you hear them,
it’s all worth it.

Love makes you stupid.

It has you commit
before you know all the facts,
you just want to be theirs, 
so it’s no looking back.

You’re madly in love, 
and you’re never mad long,
with them you feel joy,
more than you had when alone.

Love makes you stupid.

Things will end
when they need to, 
pop back up
when they don’t,

have you fighting
the hard truths,
like “you loved all along”.

You never did stop,
just got better at hiding.
Took big steps
in denial.
Told yourself
you weren’t lying.

Love makes you stupid.

It has you
writing these poems.
How many ways
to disquise
in words
that you love him.

Love makes you stupid.

Suspicious behavior.

Doing things,
breaking “rules”,
not thinking twice,
pushing full speed ahead,
got yourself on that ride.

Both of you smitten,
with a love open ticket,
blind leading the blind.

Love makes you stupid.
*sigh*

the proof, 
was all in that sigh,
but I know,
you’re far gone, 
off riding that high.

Love.

It’ll do that to you.

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Sucka Filled Love

*Edited for general audience*

Why do I still blush
when this man 
that’s no good for me,
says something I’m sure 
he says to five other females,
maybe more.

Why do I find myself
hoping that he’ll carry on with me,
knowing that after I’m done 
being made to feel special,
I’m just a fleeting thought
until we find each other… 
…again.

Why do I smile so big 
at a message with no feelings,
just overused words strung together, 
sent by a man 
who probably just got finished 
sliding in someone’s DMs.

Why do I find myself hoping 
that he’ll make a declaration,
when we’ve told each other 
we’re not trying to be serious.
One of us fronting,
rare that it’s both.

Why do I always want
the ones who can’t give me
the things I act like I don’t need.

The ones who flirt with you 
and have sex with someone else 
because they can’t get it from you.

The ones you do love,
and sex good,
yet when he leaves your presence,
you know he’s into other things
that ain’t you.

The ones that don’t flirt,
don’t love you,
and stress to you
how much they hate 
these girls stressing them.
How they wish y'all weren’t friends,
because you're so lowkey 
and would be the perfect girl
because you get him.

Why.

Just why.

Do I take the time
to write out
how much thought I put
into this man,
these men,
those guys.
That only take time out
when it’s “been a minute”,
“Hey big head”,
“What’s up stranger”,
“You cut me off”,
“I just wanted to check on you”,
Season.

Why do I roll my eyes
and smile at these messages,
let the calls go to voicemail 
then send a text hours later.

Why do I hit him with the 
“Whatever"s, 
"Stop frontin”,
“Lol. Nothing."s

Why do I let my feelings 
drag me into these circles,
knowing that they change.

That the same thing 
that makes me smile today,
is the thing that makes me cringe tomorrow.

The man I thought I loved 
to see pop up in my phone, 
I start to wonder why 
I ever got on this ride.

Why.

Just why,

Do I do this to myself?

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The Aftermath

You’re the only definite
that I’m unsure about.
I have mixed feelings
and you’re all in them,
the anger flows throughout.
So many traits
I perfected
being connected,
to you
for so long.
The suppression,
misguided anger,
the depression 
that could have killed me.
A damaging relationship,
but my love for you
won’t let me leave.
I’ll die slowly,
let this wound me,
you always aggrieve.
You say some things
I see red,
the countless times
we fought.
All the times
I stopped myself
from carrying out
those thoughts.
I’ll hurt myself
before I touch you,
and no one else
had better try.
Because despite
my feelings,
I always love you,
you’re the one
that gave me life.
I bite back
the hatred,
can’t always stop
the coldness,
but I don't really try.
Then you 
push my buttons,
we go back at it,
only pause to reload.
I try not 
to open myself,
can’t bear the depths
of my wrongs.
Can’t stand this thing
we’ve become.
How many times
do we have to cut,
to appreciate blood?
How many years
have to be muddled,
til we see the clearing?
You never take me
for my word,
but I love you
and I mean it.
Even when I left,
I still loved you.
No matter.
And if you leave me,
I’d never be alright,
because I love you,
despite,

...despite.

And when I hate you,
I love you.
No matter.

So if you
ever read this,
just know
that I cried.
And that I wanted
to reach out,
apologize.
But our past 
stopped me,
can’t swallow
this pride.

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Inside the Weekend

Friday night.

The end of their work week,
the opening to their weekend. 
Just another day
on your calendar,
a typical evening.

The liquor stores are bustling,
the city’s warming up.
It’s eight pm, 
you’re turning in, 
you’ve been so out of touch.

Saturday

could pass for Monday.
The night that’s coming,
you aren’t part of. 
Darkness falls,
the streets light up,
for you it’s just a blur.

It’s no “turn up”,
no “fall through"s,
just you
and only you.

You wake on Sunday.

In your bed,
sober.
Alone,
no church,
you tried,
“why bother”,

so you sleep your day away.

Then it passes
with some time left,
and you’re restless,
so you wander through
your thoughts.

No drowsiness,
no comfort,
as you turn 
and you toss.

It’s past midnight.

The weekend’s 
not the weekend,
just the same days 
in your life.

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Year Ending

December.

My coldest winter ever.

My slow descent
into destruction,
my epic battle with the devil.

Thought I’d never meet her.

Wondered
if I would make it out.
Got so used to being cold,
the warmth I start to flout.

Stifling.

12 months
have slipped between
my fingers.

Lived every day
buried,
but never pulled the trigger.

The irony’s simple.

And I’m still not living.

All the days
seem the same,
they blend into
each other.

Didn’t see the
silver lining,
stop putting 
forth effort.

I thought I was better.

Until my vision clears
and I see the
same four walls.

The amount of pills
gone the night before
getting harder to recall.

December.

The end of the year
that has faded so quickly,
I don’t know where I’ve been.

Close to dying,
running off,
the truth will make you cringe.

With the facts
in your face,
it gets hard to pretend.

The year’s
not the only thing
coming to the end.

December.

Couldn’t take it
any longer,
no more hurt to remit.

Think,
“At least I made it.”

Barely.
Feelings still heavy.
Dropped everything else,
left no luggage to carry.

Still wishing
I was faded.

Wake up
each morning,
count down to evening.

Dread the time
in between.

December.

Hate to see ya.

You’re my confirmation
that this is
reality.

My life,
three acts
stageplay tragedy.

Just a square
of blackness
on the cheap playbill.

The opening’s subpar
so it’s all downhill.

Casting was crummy,
the director’s an addict,

on paper
the parallels would
have been perfect.

December.

How soon
til it’s over?

But at least
I made the choice 
to live.

December.

I get it.

The sign to
get this life together.

That I have to
wrap it up
to start fresh,

oh December
you’re so clever.

I have no choice
but to get ready.

The future’s creeping,
life is waiting,
depression’s pleading
to be buried.

Hello December.

Let’s redo
our introduction.