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.

How the hell

I've come to the sad conclusion my vagina is broken. It's suspended in a hiatus of forced celibacy,  how the hell did this happen. To wish upon a star and nothing but dust appears. It has got to be broken, i mean it just sits and just thinks repeatedly about the act of its prior owner. Yes I said owner, hell I might still be owned. Twinkle, twinkle on a star how does your vagina break into little parts. I have no words for this desolate  regimen of abstinence. Maybe she's waiting on a fairytale, a toast to matrimony, an indignation of forever bliss. Or maybe she is just broken and i am forever to be tormented by the scent...

Breathe

Cleaning my son's room. Moving things around. I find his bin, where he kept clothes,  they shared a closet, king and prince.  I get to his drawers where his clothes are. I open the first, the scent of him takes my breath away. Without hesitation tears fall from my eyes.  In loud sobs, i can't breathe. His scent lingering in my nose. Tears won't stop, steady falling i keep breathing you.  Traces of you i tried to push away, just force their way through. Here i am in an insane rock, hoping praying that i hear your footsteps up the stairs. Saying baby I'm here. In delusion i see traces of you,  i miss you.  I need you..

Lifeless

keys to dating me lol

1. honesty... trust me nothing you can say or do that will hurt me more than you lying to me. don't take my option away from making a decision that affects my life, along with my sons. just be honest, be you, be true.

2. consistency... maintain how you start, don't leave for question. I will be the same me through and through, even when i start to feel like you getting the best of me

3. laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh..

4. romance - simplicity is key, you can send me a song  with the caption of "thinking of you" midday texts, with something sweet like hey you, cards, just to smile packages, take me for a ride and play some of my favorite tunes.

5.  communicate - it's hard, i'm not the best communicator but i'm willing.

just a few keys for me..

Watching antwone fisher messes my whole life up.  Can't imagine the endurance any child bears living they life, but it makes me miss my son's brother. The oldest boy of mine.  Yes i claim him because he is my child,  wherever he may be wherever he go.  I pray one you find your way home... forever my heart...i love you son

here i stand

Something so sweet as a forehead kiss that allows a babbling reaction of unmarked notions for unwanted emotions. it's the act of vulnerability, the belief that you may just have found something special, something so rare in a world full of calamity and chaos. but it's a forehead kiss, a definition of prolonged emotion that has yet to be defined, an act of splendor intentions when you silently believe i just may be in the arms of love. it's the reaction of a long an intimate conversation, a stare that last for too long when souls connect and words are null and void. an embrace that quivers the small of your spine. the chill that makes the hairs on your arm and it stands without the allowance of your spirit. i thought it was magic, i thought it was love, something sweet like a forehead kiss that kindly reminds me of my favorite song. i hear you, more than i see you, silently i hear your thoughts parading in my mind, my heart still hears your voice commanding it. lost in a time where we were as simple as a forehead kiss, maybe it was my dream that didn't fit the reality, but here i stand.