Tried, trust issues, a heart filled with
unfulfilled wishes. A heavy soul asking
why it’s so hard. A broken strength,
but holding up so much.
I smile and breathe.
I’ve been here, that is why I don’t
fear, fear the next steps I take. I’ve
been here, so I can hear all the right
things. See all the best things. Live
my life without the added hurt of
covering up the wounds in my soul.
The sales, the reads, the ones who are
weren’t there don’t mean a damn thing to me.
My story has always been about honesty.
well, to be honest, I almost didn’t make
it. I went through a good part of my life
holding it all in, kinda hoping to see the end.
deep down future, I thought I couldn’t win.
I’ve been there, that is why I can be alone.
Walk alone and not ever feel lonely. The
love I got from the world around me lifted
me higher than the insecurities inside me.
The love I got from the life long blessings around
me lifted me higher than the demons deep within
I saw the signs and thank god I’ve
been here before. Been here in this
deep end. I saw the sighs so I don’t
have to pretend to be stronger than I
really am. I’ve been here, so I don’t
fear the next chapter. I’ve been here
so I can’t wait for the next part
of my story to begin.
God, I thank you for keeping me here.
I’ve been here, but I’ve never been higher
than I am right now. I found that everything
with a purpose always makes a sound. Which
is why I always thank God for keeping me here.
I've still here because...
I’ve been here, so I can breathe and not have
to hold all this pain in.
Be careful who you give your heart to.
They’ll let you breathe, and steal your
breath without you even knowing. Vanish
and then leave you to roam as a ghost while
they live a love life with the breath they stole
You awaken every ghost in my
soul. You stand in my doorway
asking me to let you breathe
into me again, you bring out
the moans in my body. I remember
you walking away and not even
I guess you couldn’t stay away like
you thought. I haunt you each time
you try to get further back. I drag you
deeper into the further you have only
time for one reaction.
The faster you ghost me. The slower
I breathe & the slower I breathe the
faster my ghost comes to life and
looking for the knife in the night that
gave me the hardest heart attack. You
just left me to ghost and breathe.
I guess I wasn't able to resist this
faint past life like I thought. You almost
bring me back to life, the further I
try to pull away you pull me back
into a further fantasy. I try to breathe
and you stop me.
The tighter you hold me, the stronger
I release the ghost you created inside me.
The longer the embrace the faster the
ghost inside me reacts. It rushes to my mind.
Because I remember how you just left me
to ghost and breathe.
The closer it comes to grabbing the knife it
comes closer to grabbing that eternity. The
closer I come to breathing is the closer I come
to my ghost resurrection & in the same instance
I come to my revenge.
Love stories can shift quickly, start off as
beautiful romantic poetics, then in one
breath flow to the strings of blackest
poetry. Sometimes you just have to
feel the Ghost and just Breathe.
Then ask yourself was it love or
just lust? Then question the moment
you seek closure do you see an end
in letting go or do you see yourself
holding onto revenge?
~The Black Poet