I'm married to Art, but she [ain't] doing me right...
by Khari D. Hawke
Over the Summer, I call myself wanting to commence my love for you...so I married [only you]
By Fall, you are my Missus, and I'm your man.
Holding hands over sands of chance, I fell in love with you in highschool because I didn't need noone---> then. Some
[One] convinced me you were my "success"...
And yea, I didn't take you seriously in the beginning, but I still felt [blessed]
A therapist...
told me only you have my best interest...so I put a ring on you saying: fuck what was, my life.
I left the world behind calling on Design..."my wife". Strung off my own humility & High off the possibilities
Envisioning a perfect life, I think about all the things I can do with you during the day... I...
cement my visions while I make love to you all night.
You are....my friend, because I won't [call] none.
You are....my cigarette, when I can't [afford] one...
You are....my flashlight when [I can't see a] sun...
In my misery.... you are [my Remy] when I can't run...
Faith in my dreams of success with you. life's challenges...never again will I have to tend to. I...
take you to school with me, to see students who feel the same way.... I...
show you off to my boys, and professors...it's on your back, I tattoo my name...they...
tell me i'm going to fast...but they don't understand my passion. Ofcourse...
the shame comes in... and ofcourse, I blame Brandon. Fuckin' idiot, as much as I hate to admit it.
In the mornings, it is...
riddiculous how you become so hideous and, I...
paid too much to get rid of ya. Momma sayin--
it's cheaper to keep ya...so I stay committed to ya...
While you spit [i'm sorry] SHIT, the truth to me after our slow dances when the moon smiles.
Still..
I'm a child...[with no shoes]...Crying the blues...
even after all our visions shared over wine&tea. I awaken from my dillusion, excited to only see...there's no one really laying next to me.
as usual...
Whilst I sleep you are wisped away...By morning I'm left alone to embrace my own fucked up day. I pray to...
spend my fate on some glorified riches...
How the fuck can we enjoy them, with so many burnt bridges? No...
kisses, no embrace, no one was really listening. The demons...
in my morning piss steady glistening. And...
even as I write [type] these realities of you. I'm...
cheating on you with the several cups of coffee, [that i'm addicted to]. i'm...
cheating with another cup to [cope] too. i'm...
cheating with one more cup, tempted by a [liquor cap screw]. I'm...
cheating with yet another cup desperate for some type of [breakthru]...no "you"
A silenced apartment I dwell in, stroking my faux [thick skin]...waiting on you to come back and enlighted me again..
because of you...patience is my secondary friend in this hard ass bed I..lay in...
But...
I'm still a man. (hmmph, I guess)...so I digress, and embrace "Mr. Regret"...
Truth be told-- I can't aways keep you around...so I greet him, and my other reflections, Mr. Lonely, Madam Heartache...and tell them to comfortably--sit down.
No comments:
Post a Comment