some days i envision you. some moments i hear your voice. some moments thoughts of you and i linger for more than a moment. i thought that feelings were fleeting, emotions were dissolving but somehow there's one prevalent emotion. that you will never disappear. you will never be just a faded memory.

These tears sting like alcohol on fresh wounds. I'm tired of crying,  tired of it hurting.  I don't want to hear it gets better,  move on it's his loss.  Save the cliche rhetoric for another time,  tell me how the long the pain last, where to put the love. Tell me a method of hypnosis that I won't remember the existence of he in  this space.  Vulnerability is killing me slowly,  i promise you I can't breathe

keke wyatt banter

soooo not that i mean any disrespect, but why are so many surprised at ke-ke wyatts husband deciding to leave her. you cant continually castrate a man, even more belittle him not only in a public arena but on tv and think it's ok to do so. A man is not in your life to be your punching bag, that you send your hate for what has happened in your life his way. to give him punishment for your shortcomings. he will not be perfect, he will become your perfection, he is flawed, more than that he is human. he is your support, your motivator, your strength. casting words of disdain and hate for the purpose of anger is not the balance of who we are. just my mind having some relief.