Would You Reconsider...

 Would you reconsider

walking away if

I told you all the 

reasons you should?

Or if I told you that I

looked death in the face &

told you exactly how

you and I ended -- 

would you have walked away then?

If I told you how many

times we'd have the same conversation

or the same miscommunication &

how  much of a headache it would be each & every time,

would that do it for you?

Or would it be you

seeing me cry for the first time

that means that you've either hurt

that bad, or that many times;

would that do it?

What if I told you

how many days & months

it would take

just to get over us;

did you hit your limit yet?

Would you reconsider

walking away if I

told you how many times

I'd ask you this;

-Would you reconsider walking away if... 

 

I am From

*Inspired by Where I'm From

I am from 

birds singing in

the morning & the sun being

the spotlight. 

I am from

a backyard so big that

as a kid, I could get 

away in it.

I am from

my family expanding 

little brother & little sister;

my siblings & then

MowMow & Nala

my two black cats;

all of the above came 

around at just the right time.

I am from

learning on screens &

missing my friends,

to making milestones that

the “me I used to be”

could never imagine.

I am from 

cats meowing,

keeping me company &

on my toes (literally)

all while trying to figure out 

what kind of human or

none-cat I am.

I am from

thinking I never would, 

to God showing me

not only would I, but 

I always could.

It took me way too long to find out...

It was dark when the 

sun left. --It took me

far too long to realize it wasn't my fault.

I kept asking for forgiveness, but

all I got was the moon.

It was lonely when

my guards failed to fall,

and when people couldn't reach me. -

-It took me

far too long to realize it

was not my fault. It was

never that they couldn't reach me, it was that they

never tried hard enough to do so.

So my walls kept getting thicker,

till someone knocked them down & messed

it up for everyone else cause once the defenses were down, 

people could get in easier. And

She never learned how to speak it. --It took me far too long

to know that it was never our fault.

Small Love

She thought of sweet soliloquies

to no one, but you

Secret messages held send

you in pictures, her smiles told it all,

the pixelization of her eyes spoke louder.

She never knew how to tell you this,

She never learned how to translate

this for you & you

never learned how to read it.

She Can't Bare it

She can't bear it.

She just bears it.

The cross is in the

form of this job,

every job that she can't bear,

the form of this conversation.

She has to muster through that,

she can't bear it;

the form of this person

every person who

she can't look in the eyes & recognize

anymore; this face;

those faces that used

to be so recognizable

are all strangers now,

that's the most

likely from her cross,

the cross she bears

comes in.