I want you to know that you are worthy of love. I want you to know that you are loved. I want you to know that you deserve to be loved. I want you to know that you are a good person. I want you to know that you deserve to love, to give and receive love. I want you to know that you are allowed to feel. I want you to know that you are allowed to express how you feel. I want you to know that everything isn’t your fault. I want you to know that, when it’s more than just you at fault, you don’t have to take all the blame. I want you to stand up for yourself and demand that your existence be respected. Your emotions, your opinions, your dreams are all important and all should be respected by anyone who claims to care for you. I want you to never take a backseat, for you will only end up hurting yourself and anyone riding with you. You are not made to be ignored. You are not made to be docile. You are made to lead. You are made to be powerful. You are made to run with the horses and navigate the uneven grounds. You are made in His image and His image reflects no weakness. Even when you are weak, you are strong, if you remain true to who you are. There is nothing to properly compare yourself with. All else is in some way different from you, so do not allow yourself to be made to believe anyone knows all that is best for you. Trust yourself and all that God has blessed you with. You will stumble, so He gave you the strength to get back up and the intelligence to learn from your missteps. You will be injured, so He gave you the ability to mend and to make yourself stronger and more resilient. You will doubt, so He gave you His words, He provided you with family, He introduced you to friends who will help you until you regain your confidence and belief. You will not fail, for He has not built you for failure. He has fashioned you as an achiever and a winner. You will bring joy, honor, pride, and prosperity as you are meant to bring. And in the joy, in the honor, in the pride, and in the prosperity you will find that you are the creator of love. That is why you are worthy; the Creator’s image is that of a creator.
I want to sleep. I want to sleep until the pain is gone. Until my hands stop shaking. Until I stop feeling empty. Until I regain my appetite. Until this is a dream. Until I wake up and everything feels right. I want to sleep and dream of anything but this. I want this to be a dream that I will soon wake up from.
I want to escape. Escape the reality. Escape the agony. Escape the loneliness. Escape the misery. Escape the powerlessness. Escape the helplessness. Escape the possibility that my hope is not to be realized. Escape the possibility that I can’t have what I want no matter how hard I worked for it, no matter how hard I’m willing to work for it.
At the very least I want a break. A break from myself, from my life, from my own head. And if it just so happens to break… Let me out.
Image of God in my body, my spirit shatterproof. My thoughts are raindrops, committing suicides as they splatter upon your tattered roof. Clearly, this is for my own health cuz yall don’t hear me. My aural aura is water, earth, fauna, and flora. My oral orders, kill a pussy. Drown a clitoris. Just a little murder. But I just might resuscitate and relieve their burden. I know. Little morbid up in my orbit. Timothy Burton. The MC. My vocal chords is overlording over every opponent recording. Conquered Kong’s Kingdom with mjolnir way back in NC. Banished Maslow, now I’m surgical with this mothafucka in MD. Beloved, as blessed as we are, it’s looking and feeling like pushing and steering the SL in DR. Longer exposure smooth it out, unless you lose your composure. From the midwest, nonetheless, it’s deep rooted. And you can’t say the same so at your best, you’re Back II the Future found footage. Traveling gravely paths. What exercise can give a man earth shattering mass? I deadlift like the apocalypse. Skull crushing and chakra shifts open 24 hours pressing all my potential to unlimited power. But it’s all mental so information’s devoured. Like a nerdy Galactus, your planet’s on my to do list. I’m feeling like a cactus in a garden full of tulips. Do you get? Or is assuming you do get what makes me foolish? Either way we keep it moving like witnesses, wanting nothing to do with. Your neighbors basically atheists, tryna drink at communion. Or perhaps, this is just celluloid movement. We’re all just playing our roles . They’re vampires and bats. They’re damn liars and BAPs. They’re the downtrodden masses. And I’m the poor sap who picked it up and the mask fit. Feeling all care-y is scary til you become exactly what you fear. Now every time the script says to kill, you shed a blackened tear. Shedding your apathy, now you’re a raw nerve. Addicted to empathy, you roam. Gorging on hearts like hors d’ouvres. Then bask in it, the Daywalker with mass brilliance. And you just drank the last drop of red wine from your flask so you dash to fill it. Feel it?
First and always, I wish you the best. I wish you happiness and prosperity. I wish you peace of mind and good fortune. Always.
I’m not writing this to make any demands. You don’t have to do anything. You aren’t required to do anything. You never have been. I’m not trying to bind you in any shackles. I’m not trying to own you. I’m not trying to control you.
I am not in a competition with you. I am not trying to make you feel like a bad person.
I seek understanding. I hope for progress and for positive acknowledgement.
I am not expecting to do any one thing to miraculously get you to want to be accept me. I am hoping that you will find enough compassion to let me know if I’m doing anything that’s moving in the right direction. Otherwise I won’t know if I’m spinning my wheels in place, moving backwards, or going forward. I’m in the dark and I’d like some help. Not step by step guidance, just progress reports. But you don’t have to. You are not required to help me.
I am hoping. I am hoping that you will do things to let me know I’m making positive progress so that hope doesn’t fade in me. I am not invincibly strong nor am I infinitely stubborn. I get weary as I’m sure you do. I will be there to reassure you. To keep you motivated, strong and on a path of progress. I am not required to do this. I want to do this. I do find joy in doing this when I see that it’s helping you bc you deserve better. Better than I was. Better than I am. Better than you have been treated by any other man. Better than your boss treats. Better. There is always better. And I will always want that for you.
I’m not asking for perfection. I’m not demanding even your compassion. I’m hoping for it. It to motivates me. In everything. But I do not pretend that what motivates will translate into what you feel the need to do. I am aware that you don’t owe me anything. I am aware that you resent me to at least some degree. I earned it and I will not tell you how to feel. I don’t have that right.
I do have the right to tell you my intentions. Every meaning I intended to put behind my actions. I will acknowledge when that intention is foul and beg for forgiveness and try my best to prevent foul intentions from poisoning my words and actions in the future. I will tell you when my intentions were good and what they were and hope you will believe me and take them into consideration when you think about my words and actions. I will acknowledge when my good intentions are executed miserably. A good intention wrapped in horrible execution deserves ridicule. Hopefully it also benefits from the grace of the receiver when the intent is explained.
I have apologized numerous times for numerous things. I pray that my apologies are accepted and taken to heart. I have done good things that I hope you will accept and acknowledge. I have made progress that I hope you see and acknowledge.
I believe you are right in your assessments of me and my faults (hopefully I’ll event make it to believing your assessments of what’s good in me). However harshly the assessments are communicated, you are right. I believe you are right. I believe in your words. I trust your judgment.
Because of that, you are a catalyst for change in me. Change is not instantaneous. Change is not a smooth process. But change will occur. And that means I owe you gratitude.
I am required to be grateful to you for that. I am not required to be, yet I still find myself, in love with you. As far as my inexperienced heart can tell, I am in love with you. I love you. I love you. I love your daughter. I wish you and her all the positive outcomes possible in your lives. My expressions of care, gratitude, compassion and interest will likely be imperfect. Full of good intentions gone awry in the attempt to express them. Full of good intentions that blossom into wonderful actions and words and other expressions.
Love doesn’t make things easier, as far as I can tell. But love does make things more important. I will fight through anything and anyone (including myself and you) in the name of it because I would not fight if not for love. I would not feel pain or sorrow or joy or happiness as deeply as I do without love. I’ve tasted love and no other taste comes close. You are the core of this love. The seed and the flower. I dream of the aroma of the love I have found in you. The hope that dwells in the future of this love is the most compelling call to the future I have ever experienced. I hope you will allow it to grow. I hope that I will allow it to grow. I want it to grow. I hope that you want it to grow.
But I make no demands. I can only hope that these are your wants, wishes, and hopes as well.
So I do.
*note: This was written December, 2013 not June, 2014. It has been posted mostly to remind myself of what I felt the first time I fell in love.*
A beautiful spirit makes the world wondrous.
Your beautiful spirit makes my world perfection.
If I am to struggle to sustain,
You must rain to prosper.
Together is the best way to work,
May your face be my moon,
Your eyes be my dawn
And your smile shine brighter than midday.
I will always look on you in awe,
With the utmost appreciation, Considering myself abundantly blessed To share our blink of an eye
On a speck of dust
As small as a flicker,
As grand as an epiphany.
Nothing made can match what we are.
Every time you try, you hold back.
You’re trying to be something that’s less than who you are.
Every single time you try.
So, until you figure out a better way to try.
Until you create a better ideal in your being of what you trying should look like.
Until then, just be.
Like hollow bones echoing down an empty hall. Trying to rebuild a shell and refill a void. Mending the pieces that remain and replacing what’s gone with something stronger. Finding peace in acceptance and using its strength to evict the chaos of uncertainty. Life will be, so let it. There isn’t much to fight so don’t fight so much. Follow The Leader. Lead the follower. Be like water. Whatever will work. Be like water. Embrace the reality, for it is your creation, your truth and your choice. Find solitude where it finds you. Appreciate what makes you better, even if it wasn’t intended to do so. Find the light. Bring the light with you. Be the light. You’re not the only lost soul in the darkness. Light a way for others so that they might find the way for themselves. You were an example to be learned by. You are everything and nothing, as are all things. Don’t hold on so tightly to what is born to slip away swiftly. It might not feel so good as it could if you held it gently and cherished it while it was there and as it moved on. Find the beauty in things more than you find the ugliness in things. Positivity is more accessible and abundant than the air and than the waters of the oceans and seas and rivers. Anoint yourself with the healing powers of positivity instead of bathing and drinking in the poisons of negativity. Life is difficult, easy, complex, simple, beautiful, ugly, nice, mean, good, evil, harsh, soothing, lonely, fulfilling, loathsome, and glorious. But mostly it’s just life. Search for and find your peace and let life be as it is meant to be. It’s your world and it is shaped by the opinions you accept as truths about it. Choose better. Choose more positively. Choose to be satisfied. Choose to be happy. Choose. It’s your choice.