Fake ass bitch

Fake ass bitch

Happiness just seems so fake to me. 

Happiness is Yeezy’s bought at a flea market.

Happiness is a counterfeit Benjamin.

Happiness is faux fur trenchs.

Happiness is a Louis Vuitton bag bought off a street cart in NYC.

Happiness simply is some designer shit were all trying to cop but can’t so we just front some knock off bullshit.

HAPPINESS IS FAKE!

Nightmare

Nightmare

You were in my dream last night.

I vaguely remember where we were.

You sat on a lime green salon chair.

I have never been here before.

You look handsome per usual.

I do not know remember why we were together.

You were evil.

I sit in your lap.

We kiss.

You push me off into the next chair.

I cry.

“You are too much for me,” you say.

I sit in your lap.

We kiss.

You push me off into the next chair.

I cry.

“You are too much for me,” you say.

I sit in your lap.

We repeated over and over until I woke up.

I am subconsciously plaguing myself with a symbol of our relationship.

You were in my nightmare last night.

 

 

Missing

Missing

How did we get lost?

I miss you.

The love we made, laughs we had, thoughts we shared, and highs we experimented with.

I miss it all.

I need you.

Your kind nature, ritualistic behavior, reserved conscious, and patient demeanor.

I need it all.

“Hello 911, what’s your emergency?”

“Hi, I’d like to file a missing persons report.”

Repentance

Repentance

I am an atheist, but I pray for you.

My blessing, my faith, my scripture–you.

My faith has been shattered;however, you have provided me hope.

For only a Godly being could be as captivating as you. 

My biggest sin & greatest indulgence–you.

A cult & I’m your following. 

Please God forgive me.

I’ve fallen victim to a bad religion.

Despite your evils, I bow at your alter & worship on my knees.

I drink your wine until I’m drunk. 

The least holy communion. 

Please God forgive me. 

Petals

Petals

Your love is like a rose.

Stunning red petals. 
Sweet enticing scent. 

Painfully gorgeous adorned with thorns.

Despite the blood you draw, I always return to pick your fragrant flowers.

Your thorns slice my skin, but your roots run rampant in my veins.

What I would do to have a bouquet of your flowers adorning every surface of my home.

What I would do to spend my days forever lying on a bed of roses. 

What I would do to forever relish in your aroma and admire your oh so bittersweet beauty. 

As your petals fall, so do my tears, but I will forever stumble to the garden to harvest your love. 

Purple 

Purple 

The words are coming, but I can’t make art. They’re fiery red & melancholy blue. The fire is explosive and nefarious. It consumes all. No surface left untouched or unscathed. The sea is all consuming. I’m drowning in the waves & choking on the water. Where are the firemen? Where is the life buoy? Now the entire canvas is purple & I’m so terribly sad.

Predator

Predator

I feel as though I’ve been taken victim to a predator I cannot see. My predator is not one I can see. My predator is not one I can touch. My predator is not one I can hear. However, the predator sees, touches, and hears me. On the darkest days, he sings his nefarious tunes in my ears. He clouds my vision with insecurity. He turns my warm heart to stone. On some lighter days, he leaves me be. However, I never doubt that he will return for his prey.