bask
I remember a time when
he thought I had
fire for a spirit
and an ocean for
eyes, and then one day
“out of the blue,”
I was fire crying an ocean
of tears, instead.
I think I changed.
I think he changed.
we could no longer bask
in the presence of who
we were.
all we wanted to do
was run away from
each other.
and that ain’t love.
that will never, ever
be love.
and all you have to do is listen. I love this account. She’s so uplifting and talented, and she’s also funny, too.
May this video touch and agree with you on the places and spaces you need opened up in your life.
Peace and blessings.
four years later, I
see your face
snap its way back
into my mind, and I
am stunted by its
presence–unmovable, and
lost in the shambles of the
lake of us, and I want
to blink my eyes constantly
until I can’t see you anymore.
you didn’t even have
the heart to follow
through with every promise
promised or every word
unkept; I knew in the
second year I’d be your
doormat, and after the
sixth year, I pulled myself
up, dusted myself off, and
shot my way into a
more inviting direction.
you came back …
unable to let me live
my life without you
in it, and I saw that dimpled
cheek smile at me, and
the person I was while you
were away caved in.
I hate you for loving me
hard enough to cause me
to fear everyone else.
I love you for finally letting
me walk away and stay
away for good.
I warned you that we’d be
too much to handle, and now
you see that
I
was
right.
we
won’t
always
be
intent
on
digging
through
thick
walls
to
get
to
the
core
of
others
we’re too busy
playing with dull
minds and filthy
lips that
carry
us
away
from
what
matters
most
A Cornered Gurl 
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