You could’ve lost everything, you should’ve lost everything.
But somebody’ss watching you, and gave you another chance.
“It Could’ve been Worse,” Lyfe Jennings
I have
two arms
two hands
and ten
stronger than normal
fingers
that are all
very much
ready,
always ready,
to
pick you up
and carry you
beyond
all this.
Carry you
home.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
— Aristotle (via thoughtsdetained)
© 2004-2009 Geraldine Dukes
*on repeat for nearly a week now..
This is Us
Keyshia Cole
I’m like a sunday morning, you’re like friday night
And when we kiss, the perfect weekend -no rain in sight
When i’m feeling incomplete, you’re my missing piece
And when you need your breathe taken away i’ll be your thief
From the start to the end
We don’t need to pretend
That we’re perfect all the time
‘cause we know what we have
Thru the good the bad
It’s a strength that you can’t deny…
I don’t need to find a million reasons why
This is us, this is us, this is how we love
Some ways we’re different
But together we’re so right
This is us, this is us
And this is how we love
And even if we fall apart, we’ll never feel alone
Just like the moon starts rising, our hearts bring us home
We can always find each other like the northern star
Doesn’t matter where we are, i’m looking, going far
From the start to the end
We don’t need to pretend
That we’re perfect all the time
‘cause we know what we have
Thru the good the bad
It’s a strength that you can’t deny…
I don’t need to find a million reasons why
This is us, this is us, this is how we love
Some ways we’re different
But together we’re so right
This is us, this is us
And that’s the way we love
We don’t always see eye to eye
You must see a million colours
I just see it black and white
(ain’t no way we could get much higher)
‘cause when we touch it feels like fire
We both know how good this feels
Yes we do… baby… because…
This is you
This is me
This is us
I don’t need to find a million reasons why
This is us, this is us, this is how we love
Some ways we’re different
But together we’re so right
This is us, this is us
And this is how we love
Naked. In the context of anatomy for the male species, I may still be useful. Nonetheless reduced to a mere mechanical object. It’s an indiscernible truth. Pretentious. And that has always been my fault. I think.
People will think that I can have a life worth living. That’s conceivable but other than what’s perceptible. I am nothing. Broken down. A little girl who’s peddling what’s littlest is left of her broken heart for an affection, for an attention to see through the invisibility. Settling for any attention. For anyone who barters.
Sooner or later they’ll leave. But it’ll be without anything. Amour-propre. And I end up lonely, destitute. It permeates to worthlessness. Between the was and is, I’ve lost myself. I don’t know myself anymore.
But maybe that’s they’re fault as much as mind. Them being themselves around me. How they treated me, held me, laughed with me. Convinced me that, wordlessly, this was the only way for me: held breaths, the space between heartbeats. Waiting.
