listening to tyra b’s – exhausted. great song. it’s really saying everything that i’m feeling at this point. ughh. not much to say today. Just a poem. peace.

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Escape.

I wish I could….

Escape.

The thoughts of her constantly interrupting my train of thought.

I can’t focus.

I can’t eat.

Sleep.

Breathe.

Everything becomes labored when she is not around.

Escape.

I want to.

But in even the most far away places, she is there.

Taunting me with her love that I cannot seem to grasp.

Her essence…which I cannot rid myself of.

Stubbornly I am refusing to cry again.

But I cannot

Escape.

The inevitable.

She does not see what I see. Or feel what I feel.

She does not find it hard to breathe or hard to sleep.

She is not fighting back the tears or wishing I was holding her.

She does not long for my touch. She does not care to make it right.

She escapes.

It does not occur to her that quite possibly, she could be better.

It does not occur to her that I am right…or right for her.

I cannot

Escape.

Entangled, I am. In her web of unrighteousness, love, sex, disrespect….

I love her…quite possibly she is the one for me but I must

Escape.