i. To You.
I wish I hadn't told you secrets about myself.
I wish I hadn't told you secrets about myself.
Like that one about how sometimes after a really long day I run a hot shower just so I can cry.
I should not have scribbled my weaknesses on a piece of paper, folded it sixteen times and asked you to hold on to it for me.
You should have never heard me say "Sometimes I don't believe in myself"
And "I believe in you"should not have comforted me.
I should not have made a home out of you.
I should not have walked into you, thrown off my shoes, taken off my pants and bra, settled on your lap and watched a rerun of Law and Order.
You should not have seen the woman I am on really dark cold nights.
No one should ever meet me when I am not "Poet, writer and super hero"
No one should see what I look like without a coat of arrogance.
and I definitely shouldn't have worn your faith in me as a coat of Armour.
But the way you say "You're Beautiful" must be the same way
God said "let there be light" and there was light.
More like a command and less like a compliment.
And the way you kiss me must be the same way
God breathed the breath of life; and man became a living soul.
So maybe I am a woman of faith.
ii. To Me
"Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee"
How does anyone believe the miracle of birth is sorrowful?
We need a God whose pelvic bones know how to stretch for living souls.
We need the kinda God that knows how to break.
I need the kind of God that knows loss.
I need the Kind of God that knows.
I need the kind of God.
I need the kind.
I need.
I
I am a God.
iii. To the Girl who commented "Your friend though" on the Instagram of my boyfriend, I mean ex boyfriend.
I hope you're prepared to bake him cupcakes with sprinkles on them.
The sprinkles are the most important part.
They're not cupcakes with no sprinkles on them.
And if you're not going to love him the way moths love light.
You can't have him.
If you're not going to follow blindly so he burns you.
You definitely can't have him.
Because I hope his love swallows you whole.
I hope you touch just a little,
Just a little of the iceberg and still sink.
And I hope you lay at the bottom.
And you eventually forget how to breathe.
But the way you say "You're Beautiful" must be the same way
God said "let there be light" and there was light.
More like a command and less like a compliment.
And the way you kiss me must be the same way
God breathed the breath of life; and man became a living soul.
So maybe I am a woman of faith.
ii. To Me
"Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee"
How does anyone believe the miracle of birth is sorrowful?
We need a God whose pelvic bones know how to stretch for living souls.
We need the kinda God that knows how to break.
I need the kind of God that knows loss.
I need the Kind of God that knows.
I need the kind of God.
I need the kind.
I need.
I
I am a God.
iii. To the Girl who commented "Your friend though" on the Instagram of my boyfriend, I mean ex boyfriend.
I hope you're prepared to bake him cupcakes with sprinkles on them.
The sprinkles are the most important part.
They're not cupcakes with no sprinkles on them.
And if you're not going to love him the way moths love light.
You can't have him.
If you're not going to follow blindly so he burns you.
You definitely can't have him.
Because I hope his love swallows you whole.
I hope you touch just a little,
Just a little of the iceberg and still sink.
And I hope you lay at the bottom.
And you eventually forget how to breathe.
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