if we meet at another time, another day, beneath a burning sky, instead of a sunny day, would your face still grow soft, when you say my name?💫 ☀️
if we
Category: Poetry
pitiful
the possibilities should have been endless; a treasure trove bursting with winking jewels, you could have sipped at my glee, nourished on my love, you would have been fat and fleshy. now you are starving. dying. because you misplaced me.
walking on eggshells
you fear the truth staining my teeth black, a charred tongue too heavy to swallow any more lies, i choke on a puff despair, a gray mist that has me disappearing until the early morning mist✨
my magic
why do i doubt my magic, when there is more to me than flower petals and raw poetry? 💕✨
the truth
you never wanted the truth, did you? i read you like a book; loose spine and worn pages, you were easy to decipher. you would rather settle in a cesspit of lies, coddle yourself on your own demise, but i won't let you, i won't allow you to do anything but rise ✨
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 