Tag Archives: truth

Lonely but authentically myself


Over the years I’ve had to come to terms that being real can lead to me being alone. But here is the thing about being authentic. It means that I gotta admit to wanting you around more than a few … Continue reading

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years lost


see I’ve had this job for over 10 years. my resume reads “since my 1st work permit” but in truth since I was 3 I’ve toiled in this field. Across the board people are harder on me across the board. … 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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The little heart that could


Thinking about you is something I rarely do. It’s been close to 10 years & I’m still here reviewin your case. It hits me like bricks that it ended with your hits.  You said you liked me Respected me  Celebrated … Continue reading

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hands up


it starts on my block with my friends it’s a normal day of fun, games, grilling and chilling we’ve been sipping, someone on the block is sparking they put it in the air, I’m sure we smell like it. up … Continue reading

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Perfection


Your mother named you Michael But I call you perfection Your 6’5 frame rivals my own Where I’m soft your hard Chiseled out of warm wood and clay You’re a wonder to be hold You said your perfection I told … Continue reading

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Freestyled hands


See what you said about me being weak is the wrong thing to mean I mean what I meant when I said that you’re the best thing to ever happen to me My hands shifted from left the right those … Continue reading

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