power, poetry & Passion

Can spring bloom with winter,

Can sweet and sour blend in taste

Honestly, i am trying to be in the zone and write some thing artistic but i am watching The Marvellous Misadventures of Flapjack. And Capn Knuckles genuinely was so shitty with Flapjack.

Anyways,

I think this era of my life is called “Bruh”

Et tu Brutus- Julius Caeser cried as he got impaled by several familiar faces but Brutus, Brutus was a different type of damage.

Love is a seed that can grow and blossom into whatever soil it is planted on. I do not think love is the entire meal. I think it is best said by Bell Hooks – Care, Affection, Recognition, Respect, Commitment, Honest & Open communication and Trust.

I am going through alot right now, but i am going to speak of my problems or try to speak of my heartbreak in a positive way.

Dear Tida,

You will never see this because you never really paid attention to me, so i can write this and because i promise myself to never reach out to you. I think your purpose was simply to show me that I need to think more positively yes, But also, I deserve a partner and a relationship that is equal parts passionate and equal parts friendship. Not in the way that is 50-50 but in the way that just makes sense. I genuinely feel you are not over Sandy and that is okay for real. But that hurt has made you a certain way. Rigid, stiff, unwilling and your heart cold. In an effort to keep yourself safe, you have chosen to do so at the truest detriment to no one but yourself. Because not everyone would fit into the cookie cutter box that is you willing to receive but not give and only choosing to give, WHAT YOU THINK THEY WOULD LIKE. NOT ACTUALLY WHAT THEY LIKE.

Unrelenting, i was seeking understanding. The near and far, The one day close next day ghost. The familiar feelings of anxiety. The sharp reminder that once again, to stay is to cut myself short, cut my needs short, my wants short for the probability of a unity that may not even exist because you are so scared to provide yourself any reassurance so ergo You give me none.

You are an empty cup that cannot pour. And i was parched. But…

I deserve certainty

I deserve to be chosen, consciously and unconsciously

I want to feel safe and also choose them as well

I deserve to not just write about love but to experience it

To be myself, and experience it

I deserve a good remote well paying job that would not cost me my peace

And i will get all these things and more

And one day, I will write about it

Deep down i wish it was you

But thank you for showing me it is still out there

But for now, I would cry, hurt and say

Et Tu, Tolu