Is it bad I don’t care about your kids? Your kids are whisps of air to me While you are the ice. The ice that heals wounds. Don’t you remember? I’ve never known yours kids, but you I knew. For 12 years we wrestled and hid in the dark. Teaching me to survive, You protected me. You loved me when I was just a child. And now I see that child in you. The way you vent to me Tells me your heart is searching. Searching for the missing pieces. And I think I’m one of them. And you’re one of mine. Sometimes I wish you cared for yourself Half as much as you care for them. The demons. You let them pitch tents in your mind Cook fires over your heart And eat at your soul. You know nothing of your worth! But I do. I bleed with your pain And it makes me sick That you think you only see it drip. We all see the blood, brother. It’s pooling on the ground And every step you take leaves a trail. You can’t keep running from this. You have to ask for help. Because if it were me You’d have already cauterized the artery.
I have a natural rebellion To the status quo People say, You can’t redesign the wheel, But I care to try. Im inspired by outsiders. Women with hair. Men with makeup. And everyone Undefined. I love this new renaissance period We seem to be exploring. Everything feels Up for debate And I’m game. Let’s start asking The tough questions. And let’s have fun Along the way. For life is meant For curiosity. Without it, Who are we?
Tear up all your poems And shove them In your pocket And then Bit by bit Reach in And chew on them Through out the day. Get a taste for each Word. Lick you lips With wonder Over the diction and Syntax of each line. Now swallow.
I hear you whispering in my ear.
Knocking at my door.
There is something I have to tell you!
Something urgent, something true.
I turn on the light and squint with displeasure
"What is the password?", I say with amuse.
"Does it matter?", you hiss.
"Yes", I whisper back, "boundaries are a must. I don't just let anyone into my house, you see. Only I hold the key."
The darkness holds you still.
What happened to the people pleasing girl I knew?
But after a ponder you quickly propose,
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said last night.
Will you please let me in?"
And from the depths of darkness you start hearing laughter calling
"Let you in?", I say. "You must be joking. I have nothing left to offer you. Time is of the essence and I cannot continue this game. Now leave me to sleep as I was having a good dream."
You shake your head with confusion
Our relationship had been your safest scheme.
Now what would you do? Rejection didn't suit you.
So you leapt from the porch in search of the next ear,
trusting she was near.