Was I the love of his life… That man who was always light on his feet, who Danced up the steps like a ballerina to put love letters in the mailbox to me; and Yes, and It would come eventually, to share his name and his life.

Ok….so what I admit it Perhaps I’m a little fragmented And that I need you more Than anything Save me.

Because he had never shown me his colors until now… I’d always wondered Wondered why we loved if we were the same and yet we were different shades of color cut from the same cloth His black and blue, and mine purple I think that’s what made me love him even more.

Deeper in his shed of secrecy and poetry Poetry written in his very own hand I could barely stand Sonnets and coupling sets poured out in front of me like a buried treasure. For once, it wasn’t rocket science The pain and love, like a memoir telling the stories of his life that I had […]

Despite his history of ass kicking in boxing and being able to lift a hundred pounds of iron I’d never seen a man as strong as one who could stand up to his mom, speaking truths. No, nothing was hidden it was even deeper than that he was just like the man of steel. He […]

I don’t know if he could tell by my shattered voice that I was hurt, simply by the way I carried myself, I don’t know But I think he knew, just as much as I knew So I went to bed cried like a baby he ignored it like an elephant in the room. He […]