Monday, March 24, 2014

Stop

Stop dating men
who tell you they
love you,
after they've
drowned their problems
in whiskey.
Stop dating men
who run away
at the thought of
you telling how
you REALLY feel.
they"ll never be able
to handle your truth.
Stop dating men
who think the only way
to get you to listen
is to throw their hand
around your neck
and becoming a monster
in your ears.
Stop dating men
who ignore when
you say you miss them.
who complain of
your sensitivity
your "clingy" personality
or how you're overreacting.
Stop.
Because you deserve
someone who listens
REALLY listens
to your every word,
who knows the inside of
you,
not just through
your pussy.
but through your mind as well.
You deserve more
than a lust-filled
boy who likes
to claim he's "real",
yet he cannot communicate
without tearing down
your character.
Stop.
From here on out.
No more.
You deserve the best.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

there is no perfect time

anybody that tells me
that they are waiting
for the perfect time
to capture my love,
and love me in return,
i have learned,
have little or no
intentions of ever
loving me back.

Cheating Yourself

I used to get excited
to see your name
show up on my phone
late at night,
while i was at work,
when i was in the shower.
I would rush and hurry
to respond to make sure
you didn't lose interest,
and that you would reply
just as fast as
dried off my legs
and failed to rub lotion on.
And then I realized,
I was doing the same with you.
I was rushing,
hurrying,
making sure that we took each
step
one after another
without taking a break,
to make sure
that you didn't lose interest,
like i knew you eventually would.
I wasn't right for you,
and I tried to avoid that fact,
because I loved you.
I made you a country
in my world,
something like
Germany
in World War II.
You dominated.
And I tried to ignore that
at the end of the day,
you had more to find out about
yourself.
You weren't certain.
Instead of me acknowledging that
and passing you on
to yourself,
I tried to aid in your growth.

I became naive enough,
to let you stunt mine.

Lessons

Regret is not progress