The day I decided to stop loving you




I still feel the echoes of your friction.

The sound of fiction.

Your fingers in my brain
Feeding my contradictions.

How many times I had you in my belly all chewed up?
Your words all skewed up
Poking on sticks
The fatty pump you blew up


Remember when we used to be all texted up?
High on dopamined lines
Footprints and notes in close circle
Ravenous rhymes,
The nails in my coffin

My nails in your thick skin
While your body sinks in mine
Skin to skin,

You crept up like a sin…

…in my mind

Penny for your thoughts…
Or is it a dime?




Above my thighs lays your crescent
Your face held high
Fills up my frame
Locks of brown hair,
My hands locked tight on your crown,

In your voice, notes of caffeine invade the air
Knocked me out like a mace,



At. Your. Pace.

Dripping down my mane
Morning dew up and down your face


Remember when our storm brewed up?
But love, look at us, we’re all screwed up!

Or is it a crime I still pray at our shrine?
Down on my knees as I grind?
What are the fees for lost times?
Where is it that you go and leave me behind?





Remember all the letters we threw in?
How they taste on your tongue when we were kissing

But love…
Our red thread is worn out

What was it all about?

  1. This is really good! I loved it. Keep it up

  2. I love the way this was written… sounded like a rap to me.

    • Thank you! I didn’t mean to when I wrote it but it belongs to the “spoken words” category. Maybe I should record something! Haha 😉

      • Maybe you should… then again I’m used to reading raps. I work with a few artists in my area and my soon to be ex husband writes rhymes occasionally.

      • Wow! Now THAT’s something! Do you write yourself?

      • I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember… it’s my passion.

      • Same! I like to say it’s the only thing I know how to do… I’ll make sure to go thoroughly through your posts!

      • My posts are not for the light at heart… I’ve gone through a lot the past few months. Just forewarning you.

      • There is nothing I can’t take! Writing is for survival too…

      • In my case it def is for survival

      • Then write on and survive, love! Nothing is worth enough to just give up. I see pictures of a little one on your blog… just those eyes are a motivation 🙂

      • I have two little ones to push me forward =)

      • Then you’re blessed! Keep pushing!

      • I loved it too because I finally reached a point where I have decided to stop loving someone so close to my heart.

      • I’m sorry you’re going through a rough time, but if that text spoke to you or helped you in any way… I’m happy, it really came from the heart…

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