He was so kind to me,

I tried, but my headache came to be.

I wished the day would go on,

But the night draws ever near...

And Lord knows that I am a dark person.

Will I ever be loved?

A question I've feared to ask myself-- no,

Rather, I'd already known the answer.

But maybe... these chances,

Yes, they are good chances,

But the real enemy is me.

He loved me so...

I just...

Need to learn to accept it.

No strings attached--

But wait!

No strings attached?!?

What are you thinking?!?

This is why.

This is why you'll (me) never know--

The true meaning of love.

You've (me) confused love for lust!

And what of this love

After all's said and done?

He'll throw you away like a used condom

When the deed's done,

The pleasure foregone.

On clear nights, the stars lay against a velvet curtain. The sea ripples sleepily under the light of the moon. Everywhere and everything is surrounded by near silence and the cool air. A light goes on in a house, then goes off. Crickets chirp, and somewhere an owl hoots. Most people are asleep. But not me. I wouldn't want to miss my favorite time of day, the time covered by a calming and safe blanket of quietness, and the inspiration that comes with it.

Do you ever have moments when you just lose control? No matter how hard you try, you just can’t contain the insanity?

Have you ever questioned choices you made? Not necessarily regret, but more of just a wishful “what if?”

Have you ever looked yourself in the mirror and wondered what it is you’re doing? Or wondered why it is you’re doing it?

Have you ever looked at all the people in your life and asked yourself how they got to where they are? Or what they’re thinking about? Or even asking how happy they really are?

Have you ever seen a couple together and asked “Do they really love each other?”

Have you ever doubted whether the troubles and issues you’ve faced in life are legitimate?

Have you wondered about whether you’re truly happy?

Have you ever felt trapped? Have you ever thought you escaped, just to be pulled back again?

Has your life turned out the way you thought it would?

Have you ever wondered what it’s like to truly love a person? Or even yourself?

Have you ever been so frustrated and stressed that you want to scream, and shout, and lash out?

Have you ever been so sad that you couldn’t even cry?

Have you ever wondered “Am I living?”

Are you living?

I know nothing that is not me

But I would

And I may

Upon a time

I would look out another’s eyes

And see mine.

As a child I imagined I'd grow up to be a woman

Instead I grew up to be apologetic.

A child sorry for eating cookies in my imagination

Absorbing crimes against the world I didn't commit but being a female means I've sinned regardless of my knowing

I've apologized for the past, present and future

For having brown eyes

For being black

For being female

For being apologetic all the damn time

One day I want to grow up properly

Become a women

Unapologetic

Walks through her day with true acquired confidence

Only uttering her words of freedom

"I ain't sorry"

And "You're welcome"

I've only met a few real women in my life

My Mom

My professor

My friend

My enemy

And the ghost of my potential

She haunts me

She stares at me waiting for the day I grow up and allow her to fully possess me

Lift me

Pull me from this well of sorry I've fallen in

Sorry for splashing

Apologies are thicker than water

Immersed neck deep

Swamped

Drifting around

Until I finally grow the fuck up

Until I ain't sorry

Poets 

We are real

Our minds are open

We must always  stay strong 

Through paper. Emotions extend

Poets, are we poets 

We are our poetry 

We are prose