Truth
The beginning of purpose
Playing telephone with my thoughts
The seconds during my lips uttering
Praying I paint it all as realism
Truth is I’m battered and bruised
Newly abstaining from hinderances
Avoidant on committing
A 90’s love vibe
Marrying into the tribe
Wholesome attempts
To get it right
Truth is I tend to flee
Amongst turtleneck love holds
Imprisoning her in the past
The what if’s play every cadence
I played the conversations over and over
Inseminating my proposed character
On my mind as bedtimes drift into sunrises
There was so much beauty in her
Her lips created the smile of perfection
I stepped into this season forgiving my demons
Thankful I misplaced the players game
I wasn’t a spade with the low bid
Coming correct so she could cum forever
The holidays emptied my soul as my pockets filled
The gift had faded from my possession
As stubborn arguments left voids
Between us I always saw forever
Dripping early morning remnants
As night sweats kissed away the tightness
Possessive over my queendom
This locket closed us in 14 karat promises
The truth is my affection was drowning
The truth is my attention was insufficient
The truth is I’m her woman.
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