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The cause and effect.

Oh how did I forget to put the honey on the womb that was the atonement to your aliveness? Your spliced solace 

Combined like terms

And you get I.

With you it was a mistake gone right.

A cold case found 

A rebound

Rebooting the hard drive we thought it was the sound.

It was.

Our truths not told so it was heard in third parties,

Lowly is the man who has nobody.

Friends forever broken down,

passion ignited was the beginning of the end to a union that was suppose to last forever.

Our forever was momentarily infinite.

Parasites to the mental capacity to see beyond our way of thinking left us like this.

 Creative mind ceased,

Yet the memory keeps the juices flowing.

Finding love in a hopeless place put me in a position to be truly loved.

To know what it felt like.

Life ain’t so easy as they say 

And situations ain’t so stationary as envoys 

I was employed

To invite you to a branch of lighthearted comfort and familiarity.

You served as an editor of what Self worth meant to me,

I see the God in me,

All thanks to you.

Appreciation is an understatement 

I appreciate this current present.

To love and be loved so perfectly aligned 

I never could of dream of such sweetness.

The cause and effect. 

Going through the dark to see the light.

You made it all possible.

I thank you for your wisdom.

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Reflections

Ever tried seeing their soul Instead of their mistakes Evert tried listening to their voice Instead of their stories Every shout of anger attack Every cry at night they had Every moment they tried to laugh But failed after a thousand attempt crap It’s a reflection of their deep soul A reflection of every word […]

https://mysteriousromanticism1.wordpress.com/2016/01/02/reflections/

Bare (so be endlessly you.)

Bare eyes.
That’s why they cry
Nothing to hold them in
Only bacteria is streaming in

Bare soul.
Covered by lies and black holes
Torn at the waist
The universe already made its destiny
as if it was laced.

Bare heart.
As if this was arranged from the start
Since birth you were meant to be hurt
So pain is ideally made to perpetuate life’s dirt.

However,

Bare eyes
You mustn’t look as if you are
about to continuously die.
Life must be chosen to be lived because
who knows where we will end.
So please give your beauty another reason to begin.

Bare heart
why must you be so cold where your warmth is mercilessly hard to start?
Please ensure your love for humanity is real so adapt and commune to your compassion.
And at the end of each and every day always uplift yourself to the One who presides in heaven.

Bare soul
There is no way you can be made out of coal.
You are here for a reason so your fervor isn’t pursuant to your accolades
It’s those silent gestures your innate being suggest you may be developing into an actual saint.

So don’t be so hard on yourself because
those bare eyes are beautiful regardless of how little hair you have covering them.

Your bare heart that needs repairing, let it fall into a routine that loves yourself so that you are that higher whole number partaking in a sum.

What a soul you must have to be so selfless you rather cry your way out to see how you’ll make it without leaving the sun.

So with that said and done, simply put,

Be endlessly you.

One can only assume

I see stars and beautifully wrapped gift sets
And we all wish we can find that surest safe bet.
One can only assume,
That perhaps his actions showed u that he’s not ready just yet.

Emotionally scarred hearts who is our modern day empaths
The ones that aren’t afraid to swim pass sea level to see what God has
Yet one can only assume
So we tend to hide our star struck tears by our forced laughs.

Expectations are role calls we don’t necessarily like to follow
We fallibly live up to them because the words we had, we swallowed.
One can only assume,
That in truth we still try to chase them bc we know a deeper surface and n ur curiosity hangs off my halo.

See Inspiration is more inspiring when God placed two naked souls together to be explored.
How incredibly elicit can our minds roam if we decide to aesthetically run after each other’s lures.
Only one can assume,
That our passion could possibly be a benchmark of lovemaking where it saves who simply endure.

Live in this assumption where our adoration is stemmed
Being free is priceless if the price is not for the benefit of them
It’s only for us,
And one can only assume that we morph exponentially, as if you are me and I am him.

Living in my dreams

My love,

I gave you a hug and u in return gave me a dove.
Something that symbolized for me to fly away but I didn’t know how.
Stuck on your roves
Not knowing where we were going
But somewhere in between your smile
and back rubs I thought I saw you as the one.

But, however and nevertheless are commenced to be inserted here because once again I’m living in my dreams.

To just let go.

My emotional wreckage is set up like shiny new born babies coming down the birth canal squirming to get out yet the doctor states that the baby is breached.

My emotions are set up as if the ocean tides that are pulled by the sun gave way for the most rebellious surfer to try his hand at the great lengths this wave may take him only to find out he has to wait for the next one.

These tears keep falling down my face as if the past keeps repeating itself in vain and none of the hard work I put in to unlearn the pain and isolation of being seen and not heard was brought to life and as a result I feel like I can’t breathe. Suffocating into a revolting question mark.

And these words… These mere words I carry like a homeless person on 52nd and woodland holding on to their possessions; protecting it with their life knowing that this is all that they have and the memory of knowing that they had more channels an inner desire to make sure they’ll never let this bag go.

My heart. My heart succumbs to the devastation of men, men who I briefly see as an outlet yet to only later find out I just pick the ones who are designed and specializes in breaking the one organ I find life in.

So I hold my tongue. Afraid to be down to earth because my head is a space shuttle full of ambiguity that I’m sure no one could relate to because the jibbish dialect that tells my space cadet stories derives from being an offspring of a mother who rather smoke crack than take care of her 5 kids that all have different daddies. So I put myself in a state of reclusiveness knowing for sure no one will ever want to be be my friend yet alone wife up.

I’m currently alone in a bathroom, ass on the toilet hearing only the sound of me typing this and the air conditioner in the bedroom. And for the first time I can say I’m utterly sad.

Sad I never spoke up for myself. Sad I never had the courage to be the unique woman God has made me to be. Sad I was these different images that people wanted me to portray. Sad I never had the chance to properly tell the one person who truly love me goodbye. Sad I rely on the fictitious men to figure out my worth for me. Sad I can’t still come out of this shell I never knew even existed.

I just want to let go. Not die but fall off a bridge and fear nothing. Close my eyes and let everything just go.