BubbsPoetry

  I tried to do it myself, Dived into conversations with my inner thoughts. Making scenarios. Analyzing the what ifs. The if you were mine I would never need another comforter.  My bed would be warm, My legs wouldn’t be able to keep up with the room. I tried to eat it away.  Finding space in my stomach,  For the sweets that resembled your appearance.  Hersheys that I’m sure couldn’t compare to your kisses.  I tried to drink it away.  Altering my mind in hopes that you would disappear. But my mind found more visions of you.  More time to think of how you aren’t mine to claim, To indulge.  I tried to pray it away,  Knew for fact that God would hear my prayers. But instead,  The devil was listening.  He slithered into the Pot, Her r esisting only left to a mere apple that she dared to bite. I get Solange now.  I tried to do it away.  But away was far from me. Like a crane in my heart. 

  She looked at her friend and said, “I wish he could see what I see when I look in his eyes.  They tell a story of how we got lost in time,  Getting separated by two worlds,  Yet we somehow always collide.  Always finding each other.  This time Finding ourselves occupied, But somehow our hearts never let go. Never filling that void.  How do you let go of something that seems to be stuck together?  Twins not able to be operated on.  How do you let go of a yearning, When God seemed to form you from each other?  How do you keep your flesh at bay,  While you pray and pray and pray? Casting your burdens to God when they seem to be the answer to your prayers?  When do you draw the line,  When the only marker you have is silver? I yearn to hold onto something,  That I’ve had for centuries.  What to do?” Her friend said, “there are no coincidences. The heart wants what the heart wants.  And he seems to have been bi...