vulnerable

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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On the flip side

On the flipside,Like the side of the spatula that’s clean. On the side of what we call deduction reasoning,how could you quantity what you believe? 

Mutually exclusivity, Singularity. 

I’m tired of these 20 minute love affairs, I make love continuously . Preserving, protecting, smiling at the thought of you.

Thoughtful touches, Kind affections, Lovely gestures.My weakness is being played against me in his circle of trust.On the flip side, there’s no rush.It’s about looking in the mirror to look into yourself.

This love transformed me, my realized self,I’m now exposed.No cover can hide this kind of vulnerability.

I’m lost in the woods looking at the trail to find my way back home.But I find myself following the moon,and I ended up here. So either side is one of the same.

Love endures. 

But on the flip side, the shit just dont make sense. 

The cries of horror

Can’t cry because tears are made for the incompetent
What once was isn’t
We act like strangers and I have no control over the wails that are simultaneously overwhelming.
In front of you I play the tough guy role,
However, underneath the womb lies vulnerability.
And I become stagnant.
Believing this will change and you’ll find your way back,
but you told me what time it is.
And the ground shakes.
This earthquake has demolish my soul.
I wish the death of favor on you.
I have harden my heart.
There’s so much tension between us, you can sharpen your saw.
My life is tirelessly moving forward with the heartache of a liar.
You lied to me.
You said we were soulmates.
No more sweet songs for me.
You have move on to the next.
And I lie in this blood of horror.