Poetry

This was not easy. It took a lot of conversation debating and writing. But it's the truth. It's everything people want to know but can't ask. Or simply don't know how to. It's the black & white version of my colorful story. This is my freedom my healing my peace. Yes it's my place of worship. Now to the poetry. Enjoy! 

Almost 

What happens when you want to make love? 

Speak all of your feelings into existence.

Build a solid foundation perfect storms can't break.

Endure the coldest winter just to create heat.

Make love like midnight dedications.

It's just me and the radio.

Creation needs two people and I can't make you love me.

When, could never compare to back then, that time we almost made love.

Yes I miss almost. 

Inside Me 

It's funny. 

The things that make you insecure.

The stuff you read as you scroll through. 

The garbage you examine like it's brand new. 

The wishes you take back hoping it's a full moon. 

It's hard believing in all of you. 

The opinions that shape so much of you. 

Dancing to the rhythm of feelings constantly changing shifting shaking.

Let this mind be in you that is also in Christ. 

Faith will never feel its way through. 

It's complicated. 

And I don't really know how to make it simple.

It started good.

But now im thinking it was just mental. 

I made a promise, to feel even if it hurts.

Until it hurt so bad I couldn't feel. 

Disconnected.

Questioning. 

Second guessing.

Repeating the last good memory we never had. 

Either I could demand the truth or pray my feelings back.

But what if it never feels the same. 

How do you become outside of purpose.

Being yourself in your heart and another in his eyes.

Either his view is perverted or my heart was just broken.

What about and?

A possibility broken apart by or.

Nobody wants the weight. 

But somebody has to take responsibility. 

It's life. 

Men lie. 

Women lie. 

Numbers don't. 

Doesn't mean three mattered. 

Decades can be destroyed in moments. 

Moments can feel like decades.

Seven is a perfect number. 

But three can keep a secret if two are dead.

Cause no one is around to confirm the truth.