September 8, 2016
He told me I wasn’t his “type”
It was one of those “fall first” type of loves
That is filled with all sensations that leave you senseless.
He said he hadn’t “seen” me like this before
My heart began to protest for I knew I was made for him
To make my heart become emancipated by my proclamation of love that I had for him.
it had to be love that morphed into fear
fear formed by love
He told me it was for the best
I told him no pressure no rush
Honest. honest honest
is what my mouth said
As my heart was brushed aside
For his greater good.
But here’s the dilemma,
What your mouth doesn’t say your heart fills it’s carries heavy like a anchor
Heavy like the shackle placed upon my people.
Heavy was my heart
As it protested that,
“I just want to inform you that my heart is now forever yours
It needed hands and a heart
But my heart
On the chance
Of love of a life
Yes an innocent and frightened type but nonetheless my love was a pure love
The type of love that makes your soul want more
crave more… dig more
An innocent and decent love
Claimed it wasnt right
My. heart… she knew
See he had Claimed He wasn’t the one for me
But when I looked back I feel a heavyness.
I was just a kid in a fool’s gold type of love
Listened to the wrong people
Who critically acclaimed his attention towards
Was more , “Something more” they would say
When all they wanted was that, “something more”
This is the type of love that makes one feels bad
For being so selfish
But it feels so good
It’s the type of love that’s helpful
But makes you helpless
I got that type that’s helpful and makes you helpless (at least that’s what I love to believe)
I see a boy who was concerned and afraid who faced the dangers of world and wanted to protect me shield me
Like family should.
I protested and yelled to the mountain tops that
He …was all I wanted. His name was love
He was love in a human form