#embrace

When sisterhood are homes…

Dreaming of a home that was through a true friendship

A sisterhood

A safe place

Where you can be real with yourself,

To each other.

Judging each other character flaws

The ugly truths expose.

It’s cool because no one is perfect

And you know this friend wouldn’t dare use you in vain.

Their words are important to you

So you gently listen to them

Correcting them for the intent for them to grow

Never diminishing.

A true home where you know they are there walking beside you through it all.

A forgiving home.

A place where apologies is like the ocean.

Full of fluidity and energy behind our sorry’s,

Because we genuinely mean it and recognize when we have hurt each other.

A home where you are supported.

You are watered here like a flower because true love would never dare hurt you.

A friendship that’ll last not because you have common interest, but your soul recognize theirs.

Then I woke up.

I look around and I see selfish self intended love…

Friends who only hit you up when they need something,

Friends who can’t keep their word,

Friends who don’t support you when you need it the most,

Sisters who only care about their self.

I walk around and see friends that don’t talk for years and a honest conversation could mend their brokenness.

I saw greed that broke friendships apart realizing how money is truly the root that was dug up and a sisterhood bond turning brown ready to die.

I saw through space and time a beautiful home being broken apart because they have changed in a way where they don’t recognize each other any more…

I feel the loneliness and sorrow of friends being tore apart,

The ones you need you don’t have anymore.

They say it gets better with time, they say just forget about them,

But when you lose a friend that feels like home,

Nothing is a win.

Living on and trusting the universe it happened for a reason,

Hoping your days will get better.

For now the homelessness feels bitterness towards them,

How dare them you say.

The betrayal feels so real.

But the part we all forget is…

Did you see why they feel the way they do?

Did you receive a different perspective?

Did you let the water run dry when you could have led them to a river?

Was sorry too hard for you to say because you don’t like to realize your own wrongdoing?

Whether I was dreaming or whether I am awake nothing feels more painful than losing a home you thought was build on solid ground.

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Those hands….

Those hands I felt through my finger tips tells me a few things…

It tells me your diligent hands will rule like the wisdom proverbs guides us

You seem like you take accord in all that you do…

It tells me you fix what’s broken,

The way you describe what you love to do tells me that your soul is felt everyday on this earth.

Seems like those same hands gently brings life to those who might be lost.

Maybe the way you wrap them around me tells me I could perhaps feel safe in them.

The way you gently bowed your head before you touched your food,

Excusing the world for roughly 10 seconds to give honor and respect to the same spirit we could perhaps be meant to search a greater depth for…

Maybe together.

Maybe so…

Until the universe show it’s true colors, I can only imagine those hands…

Your unique view of this world penetrates my own idiosyncrasies.

I want to turn you on with my own words but they seem to be lost somewhere.

Nervousness took heed because I knew what was right in front of me.

Those ubiquitous hands knowing worldly things and me wanting to so desperately hold them.

1000 memories

Take me back to that dream…
Where we found the most invigorating thing that butterflies learned how to swim in our vitalized aura.
We gazed upon God’s beauty in the wilderness as if this very moment we know what the human spirit actually means.

Then we looked at each other and saw the same in one other.

Closing my eyes and finally kissing the lips I yearned for at night.
Tossing and turning only wishing for you to completely savage me with your strong embrace.

I internally smile when u smile at me.
You are bringing out the very best in me.
You opened up and showed me that this is actually for real.
are you giving me permission to finally be free?
I want to just fly forever with you…

Closing my eyes finally knowing I’m kissing those same lips that speak so intelligently, so kindly.

I hope you rub off on me.
Let your residue of your heart smear on me.

Let me be the Queen you deserve.
You were choosing me when all this time I was choosing you.
What a beautiful fate we live.
I never want this romance to end.

Ill write love poems every night while Ill rock your fucking world.
It’s our world baby.
Throw me against our avatar tree while I completely take in your scent. My eyes are rolling in the back of my head.
I’m not in this reality, this is where Angels preside.

Let my heart spill on you like we yearn to be in the same rivers that comprised Niagara falls.

I can’t stop writing about you. Your all my brain relapses to.
You make beautiful merely a word that has only five vowels.
Your beyond a vocabulary’s measure.

You bring joy by the way you simply walk in a room.
And I’m such the catch, you must of been fishing for quite some time.
You hooked me just by that kiss… That unexplainable, bottomless pit, stomach levitating, door to heaven gates kiss.

I only hope I never wake up…