I would have never imagined that our relationship would come to a point where I contemplate whether or not I should call or text you
I think to myself...
maybe he doesn't want to be bothered
Then somehow I squeeze out a memory of you loving me which gives me a sufficient amount of encouragement... to carry own
But after the 3rd call...
Im feeling single and then here comes the "fuck everybody" tweets
When everybody doesn't even know what's going on
I feel like a secret
I don't feel worthy enough to be recognized as anything other than " my friend Essence"
Why wont you let them know?
It's embarrassing to speak highly of you and you dont even attempt to reach the aptitude of its heights
Im crushing under the weight of your absence
And coloring it in with songs that remind me of the moments that won me into your arms
Its so much I don't know about you but not much you don't know about me
The blade of you sliced me open revealingly exposing me naked
We slept....
I am....
I thought that we were....
naked
// e.b.
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THE FUNDAMENTALS OF A REALIST
PoetryA collection of my thoughts in poems that reflects my life before, after, and during being associated with my first love as well as my creative impulses. a poetic photograph of May 2015- October 2015. ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
