Wednesday, February 24, 2010

D-90


Sometimes I don't have the words that I use to have
They become stuck on the tip of my tongue where you use to be

where we use to be
My visions of us multiplied fade away...
when we fall out of what we should be, where we should be, where I need you to be
where you need me to be
the tension ties us down
binds us in fears, doubts and baggage
that weighs us down constantly seeking a better understanding of why we continue to end

up here
fighting back tears
fighting
yet I still can't breathe when you're away from me
so you asking me "if I want YOU to leave" really doesn't make sense to me
You have become my spiritual
a ritual that perhaps the religious meaning behind you I have lost touch with
but when you touch me
hold me in the wee hours of night
I feel you
not just physically laid in my arms cradled inside my stomach
the tightness of your back pushed deep into me
Though we be two different people
You're still the most beautiful girl in the world to me
and see I can't breathe
when you discuss not being here...not being
it tears at my soul
rips me to shreds though sometimes it might feel like my side of bed is icey
empty like yours use to be when you were 400 miles away from me
M-I-A
We work through our individual epiphanies
eyes become clouded by broken windows

surrounded by our own growing pains
when this reality use to be only a fantasy
a tortured dream
we thought could never be
now we be broken
words left unspoken
choking off poisonious fumes that seep in while we sleep
UNCONSCIOUSLY
erasing the LOVE SUPREME that we're suppose to be
we haven't exhausted the possibilities
just need to switch lenses
find a new setting......
2010 Copyright

My apologies to the straight folk I offend


I suppose this isn't normal

Not being gay

Standing here telling you the most intimate details of my life

But this feeling of pride and confidence that I’m exuding right now

This bravado that surrounds me as I keep it real and display emotions that a lot of you find to be irrelevant

My love betrays me

Wont allow me to sway to another pronoun or hidden meaning

I find it demeaning that im suppose to hide behind alibis and secrets when reality all I want to do is be myself

While I am advised to be discreet

Don’t get to deep

Don’t make people uncomfortable

Make other people uncomfortable

Must I always concern myself with other people

Other people who don’t pay my bills

Take care of me

Yet here I am

Caught between a bible and a hard place

All in an effort to give them inner peace

So I’m suppose to be someone other than me?

Refer to her as a partner-sister-friend

Instead of baby

Talking in codes

Becoming a female James Bond

Homeless

Floating from place to place

Dropped held hands

In the midst of disapproving faces

Forced to neutralize this love-----

I have grown tired of fighting through these emotions

Breaking down walls and unlocking doors

These secrets

This discreetness threatens to swallow me whole

Chokes me with indifference

Ambivalence

Makes me angry

Hostile and so fucking empty