Photo by Shalom Mwenesi 




A rare feeling
I look at you and I see art
In it's purest form
So is it not enough that I can see through your bluff?
Or your rambling and second guessing

We've waited for this
From the moment we were kids
Time permits and age has caught up
And If I've missed the train
Then can you please not bring that part up
Let's mount that in the past
But is it too much to ask?


How powerful is the truth that the second time around
You'd hold on to me and place me on the ground
I look around and all I see is you
A train could collide and a boat could capsize but I'd still be lost in you
Art, my muse who puts me at ease of my violent truth
Human to a few but to me, I'm afraid of you
The power that you have to cover my eyes and strip me of my insecurities
Shower me in confidence
Pin me up with no restraint
& take my soul like a keepsake
But is that not enough?


I've lived well but I'm alive for once
So let me take the brunt for the both of us
Let's discuss that "p" word that doesn't really want to be heard by the ears who are deaf to it
Or the eyes who are blind to it
To ones that inflict it
But turn away as if they missed it
Let's discuss our pain

It's never easy
Eyes closed, but you had a mouthful to say
And as you sleep I'll kiss the pain away
No need to escape in your dreams
Cause what you feel is not make belief
And when you wake up the room will be how you left it
And I'll be in bed where you left me
Sleeping peacefully
Because none of this is made up

And as time goes on then we can talk about that "L" word
Let's talk about love
The word many shy away from
The word that will make fun of anyone who takes it lightly
The one word if done correctly make you want to drop your main side piece
The word that's pro-life but we recklessly create from
Do for the wrong one, then grow a hate from
Oh, the misuse of love
Because I can tell you admired superficial things
And ran into bitches who tried to run game as niggas do
And all that got you was a handful of wilted flowers and edible arrangements that went sour
But no I do's
No do-overs and no time to fully recover of the misuse of love

So here is my declaration to you:

When you're ready I'll show up as her, love
 I want you to fall in love with your eyes closed
The art, of being wanted and created by one artist
Blank canvas
Add color when you're ready
-Aleya Angelique