A Letter from the "dead"

I got an email tonight - a letter from the dead,

someone I haven't spoke to in years,

it took a moment to open the message then,I took a deep breath and read,

I wanted to hear what you had to say, I wanted to know if you cared,

it's like our love had lost its way, but I had to clear the air

how amazing it is that we forgive the men who've hurt us,

but not someone we once called a friend.

its crazy how we could hold such anger,

to someone we promised to love til the end,

Tonight I received a message from the dead,

someone I hadn't heard from in years,

but as I read the letter at hand,

it brought my eyes to tears.

Kiss Me I'm yours

This one goes out to the one that I adore
the one who keeps me smiling, and begging for more,
the one who has the power to make me  smile and laugh,
and in the same moment, makes me shout with wrath,
the one i feel most comfortable around, pressure free
the one who sometimes misjudges the anger in me,
the one I hate to want, and want to hate,
the only one who's smashed, but never been my mate.

This one goes out to the one I most adore,

I love being your friend, but I can't help but want more

the one I get along with, even when I'm mad,
the first one I hit up on the facebook, when I'm sad,

The one who i feel could be  the perfect fit,

the one who's always on some other bullshit,
The one who inspires me to be my greatest self,
as writer, but as his girl, he puts me aside on a shelf,
This one goes out to the one I adore,
the one I would be with, for rich or for poor,

The one who at first sight, melts me- I'm wet,

the one i fantasize about and wake up in a sweat
this one goes out to the one I love to adore,
you can have me at any moment...kiss me I'm yours.

Summer Romance- When that phone Rings

It's been over two years since I last felt a crush,

The excitement, the chill, that last little rush.

You know the feeling when your stomach flips,

You begin the tingle,  your heart starts to trip.

The sight of that name on your caller I.D ,

Sends you jumping up and down with excitement or glee.

You tell your girls how different he is and imagine what may come,

From this romance, how you think this may be the one.

The late night phone calls, followed up by that early morning text,

When you've completely forgotten all about your ex.

When you imagine what can be, dreaming of a future…

When you feel like a butterfly, soaring about, smelling the roses,

Flying high, feeling alive, who cares about where them hoes is

You fantasize all day about kissing his lips,

Then when you finally do its even better than you imagined.

The fulfillment of being infatuated, interested, intrigued.

Has you feeling so beautiful, so peaceful, and at ease.

There's is nothing like a summer romance, which begins in spring

That initial shock a woman feels, when his assigned tone goes off, and your blackberry finally rings

Damn, what happened?

Sometimes I wonder if ill end up alone

Because no one seems to get me.

They take my kindness for weakness

And my strength as a threat

They like to call me crazy, when I haven’t slashed a tire yet

When we both know most were deserving…

Its like I’m always in a battle between being me, and who they want me to be

I want to cater to my man, but hell most men just don’t deserve it

And even when I do, I wound up feeling used,

Mistreated, disrespected, taken for granted, and abused…

It feels like God stopped making real man, they no longer exists,

Too cheap to buy me dinner, but wanna fall into my abyss

Remember those days when a man had his woman’s back,

Treated her with respect, chivalry, romance – alla that?

There was once a time when men worked hard for love, indeed

But bitches these days have made it so easy to get lust, (for free)

Where is our moral fabric? How come so many can’t commit,

Be honest, loyal, loving, without some talk show shit.

And the ones who do wife us up, want us to be a trophy,

“Shut up, look pretty, cuz I bought that, so you owe me”

I definitely like to hold it down, but damn hold me down too!

Be there for me, like I’m always there for you.

Be my lover, my homie, my protector, check those who diss me

I’m looking for a real man to be the Jim Jones to my Chrissy.