"Poetic Injustice"

"If I told you a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?" 

Would you lust me? Trust me? Let me know that you wanted 

To see...

Reality 

Through me?

If I told you that it didn't matter if the sun abandoned my days and 

The nights embraced my mornings...would you trust it?

Be disgusted by

The lies that I seem to tell you?

Or convince yourself I 

Remained honest? 

I mean, just because I drink so much 

Honest Tea

Doesn't mean

That I've been

Truthful - 

More like I've been ruthless,

Full of bullshit 

And leaving footprints 

In the back of your mind 

Without ever letting you in my 

Humble Abode.

My code of conduct is to

Never let you know how much you've 

Affected me,

Infected me,

Tried to inject me with

Your sweet nothings.

I'm sorry I'm not sorry that you 

Have absolutely no effect on me.

Now...

Do you trust that? 

An Odd Mixture

Because I have been cooped up in my room, wrapped up in thick blankets, and overdosing on hot tea just to stay warm for the last couple of nights, I have turned to music to brighten up my days. Here is a sample of my playlist entitled, The Odd Mixture.

Reserved

*reserved - to keep for oneself... 

Seeing is believing and

I’m still breathing, 

waiting for

the moment to soak in

your presence that verbally lingers,

yet has never physically exposed itself.

My hopeful prayers for change

 have left me kneeling 

beside bed sheets

that scream your name,

yet only seem to reach 

the dusty corners of my ceiling and

get caught in webs of despair and 

self doubt.

Nothing follows those prayers, so

I sulk in confusion, but

continue to search for answers

in the pages that unravel stories about you.

As my beliefs gradually fade into a past of phases that I once truly lived by,

A part of my heart still hopes that one day…

GOD will prove my mind wrong.