A Poem....
The truth is prophetic, poetic even All the times I already acknowledged you would break me Times I stayed awake penning letters to a still unknown lover Begging him to release my heart All the tears I wrote about crying then I cry now. I have come full circle Face to face with the demons of heartbreak I summoned as a child. I am not speechless now As I thought I would be, then. I have a lot to say to you, knower of my road. But the truth is prophetic, poetic even. You do not need a diviner to see how one gets here I once I had all of myself in place and I hated it Now I’m chasing pieces of myself around this city. I’m catching pieces of my heart each time you speak I’m trying to determine an unknowable future From the movement of your jawline and the pauses in your big speeches I will your mouth to spit out endearments I know you don’t mean. To communicate to me that I still have a place in your life Even if I have to beg for scra...