Don’t tell your friends I’m a good catch like some fish on your dinner plate – hot, yummy, and ready to be devoured. And don’t call me easy because I thought you were worth the benefit of doubt.
I’m walking beer cans and shingles on a gravel street that might as well be called spooky lane, I’m chasing something…
I’m chasing you. I’m suffocating on a breath, I keep forgetting to remind myself to let go…
I’m holding onto two thousand volts in stormy weather. But the power ain’t even breaking the way I feel for you..
I’m willing to walk barefoot on the sun for a place in your sky.
I’ll shoot my shots across Eden, wake the sleeping ears of God and hope like Adam, he asks, “where are you?”
Not your location but your position. Your position in my heart that you escaped without remorse leaving it beat-less…
Who are you to come and go as you please? I am not a fulfillment of your 2 AM fantasies, I am a soul residing in a body that transcends your morality. I am a gem.
I placed you on the pedestal of my pride and made you a servant of my conscience, fed you with grace till your ego broke my confidence.
I wanted to be what you desired and reflect what you’d approve of.
I wanted to feel so much at home till I forgot that only I could be the walls of my own house.
They say the best relationship is the one you have with yourself, but somehow I’d rather have one with you.
I kept peeling the outer layer of my skin to match your color of perfect, but being perfect is unrealistic and perfectionism is self-abuse…
But mama always said “I was called to more than to be a bride; called to more than make up, hair, clothes and shoes; called to be so much more than the arm candy for a fella…
So I buried those feelings deep in my heart; parts where blood doesn’t slow…
I will move and I will build because the perfect concoction to obtain perfection is embracing all my imperfections.
And… as broken as I may be, I still remain beautiful and strong.
Authored by Leesha Ginger Greene
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