mister write

had to stop, park and write this to you

Before all that I learned became old news

Burning away the dross and finding the gold

Of knowing you, what a treasure to behold

It is and was your insight

Your wisdom that drew me in

And like a thief in the night

I was captured by your pen

Soliloquy of gratitude

And the value of self worth

Had me loving myself all the more

etching ointment on what hurts

Your penmanship, a well placed accent

accentuated your smile, the Psalms of Ascents

hope amidst oppression and all we have endured

a longing to return to love

future peace and prosperity assured

If you would hear me,

I’d tell you your words

are sharp like the

tack you lack

When pierced with fear,

or sensing insecurity’s near

had me stumbling and bumbling over words that should come easy

adjectives that made my heart burn

with anger, fear and sadness

exposing old wounds underwritten by past shit

If you could see me and the softness of my face

words written of me, would be quickly erased

This one is on me

Felt like I had to pretend

That within this shell

wasn’t a heart that would bend

Break and fold under a strong hand

Compromise. All that I am.

With just a word, smirk, or tone of voice

It could be you if I had the choice

that familiar place all brought me to

Made me realize that it wasn’t you

could be too late to end as friends

Because it’s fate, this is how it ends?

Outlined in the beginning

this would be bad, thought you were kidding

mister write, you could never be wrong

because I see in you all the ways you are strong

the capacity for love and gentleness

while serenading loved ones phrasing a caress

tell you all the ways your beautiful

no need to convince

This inks almost dry

honored to experience your presence

obsessed

How can I get this off my chest

I’m obsessed

Had to runaway, leave you behind

Lest you hold my body as well as my mind

In lust with a pitch, intonation of voice

Who’s the man behind the curtain please let me know

Free me from your imprint in such a short time

Yes I’d swallow it if you love me blind

How can I get this off my chest

I’m obsessed

may you be all that I dream and all I need

may you be the one who challenges me

intimacy

far enough to get close to me

into me i see

that which i’ve run from

resisting while sleeping

i fight for my life

eyes wide awake, hidden in plain sight

my anger and rage at what you did to me

and what you didnt…is what’s hidden

yet ultimately it was all up to me

i chose my hell in a bed so ridden

with truth and lies so convoluted

with pain and pride an archaic institution

how could something i so deeply believe

become so cloudy as if just a dream

was there a you? how was i me?

into me i see

you are now just a figment of my imagination

a remnant of my past, a stop at a station

i look at you now and see nothing

my body locks up even when we’re not touching

these are my last words to you

i’m closing this book

this chapter

the hereafter

because now

into me i see

wounded healer

so many nicks, cuts, bumps and bruises

not a moment to breathe without bumping into it.

that broken, sad child is me.

only wanting love and peace.

but instead they pick me a part.

stab me in the back to eat out my heart.

plucking each hair of imperfection

lest i walk freely in some imagined deception

your critical eye

where were your fingers when i needed a touch of grace?

where were your hands to wipe my tear streamed face?

your sharp tongue

where were your lips when i needed a kind word?

where was your kiss to soothe where it hurts?

provision is not an excuse for your derision.

protection should not be your reasons for oppression.

but how can the wounded heal,

without tending to themselves?

how can the wounded hear

over their own silent cries for help?