Tag Archives: loss

The best kind of abuse


You broke my heart I’ve given as much as I’ve given myself sometimes I gave you more. I loved you every time you hurt me I loved you through every transgression Every assault I loved you even when you chose … Continue reading

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last call


these voices aren’t yours no matter how much i scream. these hands will never feel like yours, even as they grip me these lips on me can’t be as sweet as you no matter the number of kisses left on … Continue reading

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Do you remember 


Do you know me, eh pa I’m serious do you know me?  All these years I’ve been alive if we track the time. Have I spent more time on the field playing ball or talking to you? Has it been … Continue reading

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Lost in my mind


It’s been a rough week From beginning to now. In reality and fiction  My future seems uncertain. Personaly an professionally.  From threats on my job to coworkers resignation. It’s tough to be here. Tv is not a escape whether it’s … Continue reading

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#niggasaintshit


No really niggas ain’t shit Whether they Don’t show up Or come to  late Niggas ain’t shit These new niggas Don’t do anything Don’t think Don’t work Don’t hustle These niggas hating On real workers On real skills. These niggas … Continue reading

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The point


What’s the point of adding more estrogen to the  mix. Why do I want this How’s this a good idea. How do you love me & hurt me How are you so much like her it hurts How did I … Continue reading

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Pain is better hot


Playing with fire Is all that I know Stepping into a burning room Clothed in gas. Some like it warm Some like it hot I like it sizzling If it doesn’t hurt It doesn’t matter All I know is the … Continue reading

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