#poetry

Perspective 

Through the pastures where the mystical Jesus was born Subconsciously the carbon monoxide arise from those pastures.In my heart up it goes to the atmosphere.

Loving you was like slave masters lashes, I lashed out. And passive aggressive behaviors kept me in line.

You didn’t love me enough.

I had a pleasure in seeing how you would rest your chin on my violin and played me so gently. I had the pleasure of being found finally.

Like the 7 wonders of the world I found one I wouldn’t stop visiting. unrequited love was your form of control to just go be. Guess I only saw this as a commitment.

You been check out as you saw it from the clouds looking dow.Instead of making a choice to walk beside me in this.

It’s cool.

You didn’t love me enough.

But it’s not cool.

Long nights wondering if I believe if this earth were made up of buddhas and Horus’s. I delve into sound waves of what sequences in our sacred geometry that put a world between us.

I try to find you in celestial forms.Planet placements that maybe you hop in and out of.Using astral projection to maybe see what way to have control over me.

These dried up tears listening to cranes in the sky on repeat wondering if I got strings on my chest because I still follow your words in my head to see where it went wrong.

You didn’t love me enough 

I’m grounding and u gave me a sense of foundation yet u did the same for me until you disappeared. Where do you go when people who love you miss you? Do you not acknowledge their presence in your life? 

You didn’t love me enough

I stayed, I found, I sacrificed, I illustrated, yet you mastered. Two completely different frequencies and neither one of them saw that a blessing was slipping away. Was it true love because it didn’t last or was it too heavenly for earthly basic needs? 

I say he didn’t love me enough.

I’m sure he’ll say she didn’t love me enough. 

Through my pain she should have hid her power of her truth from me and focus on me.Seeing where I am at mentally, to come in and play the ultimate sorcery. 

I needed her to adore me like I do her.She didn’t see my protecting her was my way of showing her my love.

She played with me as if I didn’t spend my time not getting to know her.How dare write this poem when I was there when no one was? 

Through my own devastation I tried loving her with me being open.She broke me down with truthfulness.

She messed everything up by not being everything I want.My masculinity wouldn’t accept men are predators and she was quite the flirt.

She didn’t love me enough.

True wisdom is what I provided giving her the tools for her to see this through, navigate our relationship with rightful eyes and she let me down.

She didn’t love me enough.

I thought for the both of us, Queen that she is.She got me wondering how do I love again after this,Is this what women do, who knows,

But she didn’t understand so I left.Because I need someone to love me enough.

And she cried because she wasn’t given a second chance and her love language completely ignored.

He didn’t love her enough.

To let go.

The subconscious facial expressions that I make that are you I must be aware of to dead away

To be on block 

a dead bird on the side of the road 

To be never looked back on

Yet it’s remembered by the lingers at the mere thought of it 

I must try to let go of the love that is embedded in my heart for you 

The soul snatching making me swoon 

Eye catching enchanted whispers you consume

Somehow I must say goodbye to you.

Even though I lay down next to you.

your memory lingers here 

you already had our story played out 

And I was placed in your unwanted list of unrealistic expectations. 

So I die.

Dying to tell you I need you

But pride killed that vibe 

I scrunched upon the pieces of myself in tulum 

Where I denied infliction 

I’m too strong to admit such atrocity

Yet aware of the affliction I placed on you.

Revenge wasn’t so sweet as I suspected.

I was left with the wherewithal of misery.

Hurt begets hurt.

Unresolved vulnerability lingers across the four walls I stare at.

The loss of a lover.
I don’t remember our last kiss.

I remember the feeling.

I hope I can only see through this.

To let go is where I will find my strength. 

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/

What a ride 

I finally got over the fear and hopped on the roller coaster of falling in love with you. What a pleasure to see this celestial state we we’re in every time I looked into your eyes. 
What a loop to loop of the electrifying flip flopping that occurs in the pit of my stomach to remind me every time how much I would love to preserve this. 

Your tender kindness keeps me bounded to my seat when I see what centripetal forces of life has. And through the differences that we have, we know it’s natural to experience friction as long as we are confident in knowing what we have will last. 

But inertia happens. I didn’t bother to put on a seat belt because your love made me feel secure, and I knew this for sure. 

It made me feel like chai tea, warming my heart from this cold world.

And free, 

Your love set me free and remind me to always be me,

To always know I have a friend that loves me unconditionally.

Words were said and neither of us knew how powerful they could resonate. Now I’m scared it’s now only me fighting for us to stay in love.

Afraid you may have left this ride without giving me the proper warning signs before we started. 

Alone in the dark questioning if I am still your beacon in the dark,

Afraid I may one day could lose a best friend I found in you.

It’s sickening my heart.

Love at masterful heights

I came across a feeling so captivatingI came across a love so pure,

The innocence of resistance,the guilty pleasure of you.

I came across a love so involved.
Communication levels high and the Creator protecting our words.

The essence of letting your guard down is seen in your infinite eyes.

I came across an emotion so engulfed. I believe in the space that is provided for us to be ourselves.

This miraculously new feeling I never felt before, The same feeling I knew I needed my whole life.

So beloved. 
So streamlined,

So beautiful,

So free.

I came across you and these points I made doesn’t encapsulate the path I have found.
  

Threesomes 

Threesomes being these partnered off twosomes that third wheels are awkward enough to perform such a task to feel validated with their valise in their hand knowing there is an end user that will be victorious.
Knowing he may dream of her than you.Feeling like what you want to see build isn’t going to satisfy him.

So you must fade to black,

As any winehouse would say.

But what’s crazy is that this very feeling compels you to know something deeper.

What is he searching for?

Does selfishness indicate the very moral beliefs we don’t hold dear to?

(Don’t worry, I’ll wait.) 

I don’t want to justify, monopolize, or solidify standards.

Just realize if we allow ourselves to set ourselves free.

I mean reaaaaallllyyy free,

You’ll see you know what’s been missing this whole time?

It was this twosome

This beautiful covenant we can share with our offspring

That births a family.

That we can start over again.

To break tides Nd to make our own beautiful rules.

And so this threesome,
This three times threesome is what the 

situation is 

While my freaky side is all in,

I just don’t know for sure if you are all in it with me,

So my inner self can’t show you what the possibilities can be because you closed that out for me to see.