BubbsPoetry

I'm following a leader that doesn't have my full attention. Not to mention, that my legs are getting tired as they start to settle. Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here? Knowing that I'm only continuing on because of my biggest fear. To be back in a position, where I can't satisfy my needs. So my wants become even more out of reach. I just want nothing more then to follow my dreams. As my face flashes across the big screen. And I promise that it isn't even for the fame, But when you need something to keep you sane. Like how music seems to soothe my soul. And my body moves without warning. And my lips spew noise without a care. And the way my pen glides as if the paper was a lover that just came back from sea. See! That's how you know that you're destined to perform arts. Yet I'm sitting in a class that has phosphofructokinase limiting my rate at to which I would get to my dreams. And I'm craving more sugar for energy. But the fi...

I've always known, That your attraction to me, only ran as deep as a puddle as it first started to rain. Yet you feeled me with "I love you's" Only to be graced with the sweet nectar that unfolds from my flower. Yet never working like the busy bee, That does everything to obtain it's sweet honey. And I fell for it. Thinking you were different, Yet you wore the same shoe as all the others. That took me for granted and caused my heart to grow a little more colder. Call me Elsa, freezing everything over, Yet pretending it doesn't effect me. Cause I was taught to be a strong black woman. To not let a man determine your worth. Keep your head up even when it weighs more than you can imagine. And you had the nerve to always ask me why do I guard my heart. Like a Pitbull, ready to attack as soon as someone crosses my gate. It's because of guys like you. That come in so swiftly, Without sound. Stealing things that don't belong to you, and th...

My liver will handle what my heart can't. Because at the moment my heart doesn't seem to even be adequate enough to pump the blood that flows through my body. So with no blood rushing to my head, I have no common sense to put the bottle down to give my liver a rest. And so I use the liquid in this bottle to cure the pain that resides in my chest. See my heart is fragile. And that's evident by how my heart has shattered under pressure. Of every memory that replays in my mind whenever we are away. And as I remind myself that it'll be ohkai, my heart races as the polygraph shows that I've been untruthful. My heart doesn't know how to deal. So I commend you liver. On the beat down that you have taken due to another. It's as if you've been volunteering as tribute. Oh my Katnis. How selfless of you to risk your own well being. To handle what my heart can't. You turn strong drinks into a new me. As if I was diagnosed with multiple personalities. Sybil, but ...