P.S. I LOVE YOU

P.S. I LOVE YOU

Blessed

Smiling

What a great day…

Woke up with you on my mind…

Sent you a good morning text, just to make sure you were up for work,

And put a smile on your face, in hopes that it would last for the day

It’s been a while since I’ve been lonely, because I’ve had you to keep me company

I pray for your safety on the road

I trust you, but I still have a protective streak

I don’t want anything bad to happen to you

I don’t want to get that infamous phone call that would cause me to rush to the hospital

Heart pounding out of my chest and hands shaking, hoping that I can still shake your hands…

Funny how you return the favor with a twist..

You reply with a sweet message, but you make me laugh as well

Sometimes you’re unpredictable…I like that about you

I’m eating at the diner now. Just stopped by to grab a quick lunch..

I decided to give you a quick call, just to say “1-4-3, you & me”

In my mind I can just hear that ringtone you always have for me…

My favorite song

“Love…There’s so many things I’ve got to tell you…”

But…hold on. That’s not in my mind…haha I hear it on the radio as I’m calling you

Then it stopped suddenly

I hear a sweet voice say “Hello”

Then I hear the same voice echo on my receiver…

Come to think of it, it sounds like the source is coming from somewhere in front of me…

Then I see my favorite blue shirt…the same one you wear for me sometimes, because you know I love it..

& the girl with it on looks awfully familiar from behind…her hair flows like yours…

I say “Hey Babe” while looking at this girl…

And I hear the voice again around me say “Hey hun, can I call you in a bit?”

While simultaneously you say the same thing…

Wait…no..huh? Can’t be..

My mouth hit the floor, only because as I feasted my eyes on this mirror image of your hair texture, body shape, and audio melody, I realized that it wasn’t just a reflection…

But that can’t be my baby, cuz she’s sitting with some guy,

Holding his hand as they sit across from each other,

Playing little games with his fingertips..

I recognize those games..and the confused, but intrigued smile on his face,

Because ironically that’s the same smile I had when you played the same games with me

Saddened by my disgusting lunch surprise…I walk over…

Your head is down

“Can I take your order”

He says “I’ll let the beautiful lady order first”

She looks up, sees me, and her mouth drops…

“Hey hun. You come here for lunch too? I want to introduce you to my good friend, Jason”

“Good friend? Really?”

“Well damn…how many good friend’s hands do you kiss and look in his eyes like he’s the only man in the room?”

“Don’t lie…I’m no fool…you insult my intelligence, not to mention disgust me…”

Thanks for the lovely lies...the twisted times, and the beautiful surprise…

Thanx for talking about men who do what you do, while saying you don’t do the same…

I remember when I claimed you in front of a room full of people as I recited lines I wrote in your honor…afterward you said “I love you” with one tear running down your cheek

“Bruh, Jason is it? I wish you the best with this one…”

But now I see, that your “love” resembled the crocodiles, just like the tear that followed…

Cold, scaly, rock hard, moving stealthily toward your next target…

Don’t run after me…

It’s too late…lose my number…

P.S. I love you…

My Baby

My Baby

Blessed

I talk about you all the time…

Everyone knows who you are…

Everyone knows how much you mean to me..

They know you down to the texture of your lips, and the tone of your skin

No mistaking who is walking through the door alongside me

None other than my lovely lady

None other than the woman who my heart tells secrets to just by the rapid beats per minute

They know you, but not like I do

Who else realizes the angle you tilt your head when you say my favorite words?

No other man knows the gentleness of your touch when you rub the back of your hand on my cheek, just to make me smile..

When I wrap you in my arms, & you kiss my forehead, in that moment, what man on this earth is luckier than I am?

I can tell you anything…

I can reveal to you the tangents of my thought process

Then you can take that & finish the poem before I do..

Then you become the walking melody with your voice, and the drum pattern with your footsteps

You turn my poem into a song…

Even the greatest songwriters can’t quite put in words the feelings we have, because we constantly evolve..

We are in tune…beside each other, and under our Father…

He keeps us tightly knit, like the cloth he cut us from…

Ten thousand thread count, and each strand represents what we used to be, are now, and will one day grow to be…

I could say so many romantic words that might bring even a tear from your eyes and run down your cheek

But the fact still remains that I would run out of things to say as well…simply because words are not in the same domain as the thing that binds us…

Love wasn’t created by humans, & we don’t possess the capability to fully explain it to the deepest extent, no matter how hard we try…

The closer we get, the further away we realize we are…

And the further away we are, the closer we get to each other

Knowing that we must learn together…grow together..

I want to learn more about you

I want to learn why your left cheek is slightly higher than the right when you smile at me…

I’ll love you more…and I know you’ll do the same…and you already are

You are beautiful…I cherish you

My baby..

A lovely Collabo

Poet: She lays there,  sweetly gazing behind his eyelids...dark brown moonlights that put a sparkle in her night sky...

Poetess: ...it becomes harder to tell him. As she sits there & contemplates between living a lie and the truth she choses to remain silent. Her confession would only cause destruction & she can't afford to lose him, again. She's imprisoned within... herself.

Poet: Trapped within bars of chaotic thought...invisibly real...strategically set before her in every direction. She wishes her truth was a lie itself...forcing herself to make it into a fairytale night after night, only to wake up and face reality when the sulight rises her...he loves past imperfection, but can't bear the lies...

Poetess: She tries so hard not to let him see her cry. The first tear would reveal the pain, the second the truth. As he pulls her close she is disgusted with herself. How could she hurt the man who gave her nothing but the world? How could she be so selfish with his trust? How could she sacrifice the unity in "us"?

Poet: For "us" was the very vow she broke, & the very book he wrote..symbolizing her with the very title, with her kiss on every page. Turns out that he was in a daze, thinking that he knew her longer than his day. The longer she waits to confess her closet's loose change & treasure, the more the hurt will be when the truth finds it's path of light right to his veins, for the blood flow goes straight to his heart, the very location he placed her. She can only hide for so long..

She's a lovely writer...I can't wait to read more of her work!

No Title...I was just feeling something I saw & wrote this one...

Beneath the stars, she loves me

We lay there holding one another...

She's the cure to my love sickness.

She applies a kiss like ointment on my lips

While putting her hand over my heart like a bandage

Controlling the raging blood flow...

She says she loves me, and my disease is gone...

Whenever she's too far, the symptoms arise

Because I can't touch her, see her, smell her sweet fragrance

Hear her beautiful voice, or taste the rose petals on her lips..

She gives me 5 senses, and it makes so much sense when I'm with her

Because she sensibly compliments me, perfectly...flaws & all

She completes me...my woman. The rib from my side.

Now that this rib is back where it originally came from,

It can protect the organ that I can't live without

The truth of the matter is, I'm still an organ donor for her, and she for me.

She protects my heart, and I, hers

She handed it to me on a silver platter, but it was bruised.

I kissed it, and gave cpr to the valves...

She smiles now, and what a beautiful smile it is...

One of joy, peace, excitement, and most of all, love.

She is my love, my sickness, and my cure, all wrapped up

In a beautiful smile, sensual soft skin, deep brown eyes, and warm laughter...