Prosperous Poetry

Buffering

Sometimes I forget how grateful I should be

To be who I am even with all of my insecurities

It's like I don't even realize how far I've come

From not being able to look at
my own reflection...

To learning how to love... how to love myself

Some days I walk with no belt

Failing to hide the imperfections
embedded on my skin

I can't keep this up I need to get in to win

The pimples on my heart are growing thin

I'm not as sensitive to the wind
that I hesitate to breathe in

What am I chasing?

What do I want?

How many more years

How many more songs

These songs remind me of long suffering

This game of patience won't stop buffering

Buffering as I eat the crumbs from yesterday

Buffering... into another place

I'm buffering... my clothes are stained

I'm buffering... what day is today?

Uttering the same words again

This buffering ain't making sense

How much longer do I have

To be in this trance...

Give me one last chance

Please hold my hand

Hold it firm

I need to feel every curve

I need your touch

Affection too

This intimate moment

Shouldn't intimidate you