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Toxic

 We twisted those beautiful moments with bitter words and shattered our reflection. Neither you or I can justify the war between 2 beautiful brains 


We took those precious memories, and stomped out any light left in a deferred dream. Can you tell me the reason for our season?


What lesson did we teach each-other that we haven’t already seen? Was I not humble enough of a women did you not accept my apologies. Do I frighten you? Are you afraid if you gave me your best shot, I wouldn’t shoot back? 


It would have been better for me to turn down my intensity. I used to wish there was a way for me to tone it down, but I know now that it wouldn’t really be me. 


To not question your intentions or the reason why you raise your voice

at me. To listen, to watch, to feel so

Carefully.  To question all things that come my way. It wouldn’t be me to be so care-free.


I wanted to stand by you because I seen you searching for placement and your heart was aching from always being on your sleeve. I seen you broken, confused, and bruised from all the past relationships that were full of trickery. 


You didn’t trust my heart, every word I spoke from your ears was full of game. I say this as the great Aretha Franklin sang, “ain’t no way for me to love you if you won’t let me.” 


You kept saying you were trying to find yourself but we will always find another part of who we are as we age. I know the Bible says strive for perfection but God knows it’ll never be something we can obtain. I was more than willing to let you lead me if for once  you gave me my way.


Your favorite saying, “ Girl you to smart for your own good” is a down fall but also a blessing because I can read from any page. But for our love we’ve missed the mark, too much hurt on both ends, too much shame. The door is closed, walls built high. They won’t come down, they are being guarded by ego, pride and pain.


Body’s depart but the essence

Of love remains πŸ–€πŸ’™

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