Deep in my veins.

Deep in my veins.

I let the ink handle the aching.

Writers block - due to clogged emotions;

This is a poets’ burden.

I be afraid to acknowledge when it's hurting.

So I put it in these verses and let you feel it vicariously.

And now it seems absurd.

But out of respect for him and her,

I moved on.

Bittersweet feelings,

Sarah- one of the many chicks I was really feeling, but didn't fill in. A blank.

Realistically I had to come to conclusions.

And thus it was I who was caught in an allusion.

Broken amid invisible devastation;

Heart beat racin'.

Thoughts keep pacin'.

Internal whispers increasing by the second;

Provoking my words; Summoned by rejection

So I write.

I write in spite of my fright,

I fight;

To lose the thought of you;

And hope to catch the eyes of someone new.

Well aware of the spotlight I may incite.

Just dreaming of the success that I may invite;

But ... this is my birthright,

I was born to write.

Born to make light, in the darkness of rejected hearts;

My rhythm give voice to my plight.

And nonfiction stories I share, so pure, so concise.

Patience sustained the inhale and the exhale.

But in due time, hope reality prevails.

I need to move on,

I need to move on.

She doesn't even know the first letter of my name.

But it's hard to move on when a beautiful picture of a woman is imprinted deep in your brain.

Deep in my veins,

You're like a drug.

I'm so addicted to the vision.

Of what we could be,

Could've been if I did it.

If I did it,

Would we be it?

The power couple.

You -  Beyonce, Michelle.

We destined.

This goes deeper than lust, or love.

An obsession.

I even got your picture framed, it seems insane, it sits upon the mantle.

This is ironic because you’re just too hot to handle...