The Trouble with Friends II

The trouble with friends is when you cannot make amends, your heart cannot be revived without their life.

When fake folks pretend, but your joints have already learned to lean on their strength; you cannot grow, or ascend without their poison.

Your pain, they do not care to understand, yet you sink further into their abyss.

The Trouble with Friends

Nice words slurred along waves of jagged intentions penetrate my heart and create bonds, attachment, leaving me vulnerable to social crimes & fallacies.

I thought I found the drugs to heal my wounds when when you became a part of the inner workings of my heart, but addiction led to overdose;

killing this friendship between u & me n leaving me in a state so comatose.

The source of my remedy is now poison to my peace,

i still seek…

…in you…

my source of pain-

you       fill       me       with       darkness.

The side effects of my drug.

Identity Fluidity

I saw myself getting married at 25, with my own home and kids at 27 just like my mother. Currently, 23-years-old, single and still not finished with my degree, I realize that’s not going to happen. At least, not the way I wanted it to.

Granted, I could get myself pregnant within the next two years, but still my goals would be unfulfilled. At this point in my life; I want to start my writing career, graduate from school on time, maybe go back to school for my Master’s degree and travel the world. Marriage isn’t even on my mind anymore.

I’ve learned not to define myself in terms of marital status or a relationship after my last attempt at a relationship went horribly wrong. I’m accepting that my goals can change, my identity can change. I do not need to be the traditional woman that my mother was, and I am not a failure for choosing not to be that. My identity and sense of self is fluid and may change with the seasons, and I’m okay with that. I’m constantly learning and growing; maturing spiritually and emotionally so I cannot expect to be who I thought I once was.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

– 1 Corinthians 13:11 KJV

Daily Prompt: Bounty

via Daily Prompt: Bounty

Pouring, flowing, a cascading overflow of my love fell into you.

The flavour of our milk chocolate kisses, the taste of the sweetest lips,

I dove my tongue into your mouth as your body dove into my darkness.

My fingers intricately chasing the curves of your spine, reveling in the fact that every ounce of your manhood was mine.

Your body transported me to a higher dimension, I ascended to heaven with you, my love. There, I saw our future, our life; I saw us eternally as our souls entwined.

But the essence of our love came with your body, while my fire for you still burned bright within me.

Like a waterfall gushing from the mountainous peaks- we spill over over onto the rocky remains of our love.

You swim in the streams of my river, emptying me of my light. Yet, filling with the bountiful fire of my love for you. My stream of consciousness tunnels on us. I pour my heart into you, trying to help guide you to the safety of the shore.

My love, my guide always leading me back to your light.

Now, I float alone drowning with my overbearing bountiful love for you.