TF?
There are so many days left ahead of us with “y” in them. The past is fixed with mute pitched conversations that never happened, all pinned to pretense and irrelevance. Having weight is to heavy for frail brothers and those thick others want soft talking pillow huggers. I'm a needy lover. I'm hoping all of this space between us is misunderstood. But then again you said that I deserve the world, I just married the wrong nigga. Go figure. How do those words woo and if so who?
By: Trust Her
11
No Love
They were purposed to love
but destroyed each others most sacred place,
so love did dissipate,
doesn't live there anymore.
Life's cup overflowed and laid waste all over the floor.
Only capable of lust,
not love
because
of everything they bared witness of.
The clock has stopped it's tick tock.
No more ticking knowing the end has come.
Skeleton exposed through fractured bloody nose.
Time has run a muck,
intertwined and all fucked up.
Kicked down the halls
and up against stone cold walls
with push and shove.
No love. By: Trust Her