Love Is...

Love is pain. Love is heartache. Love is...beautiful. Love is accepting for someone for who they are and seeing perfection in all of their faults. It's acknowledging that people make mistakes, that they disappoint, and that sometimes, despite their strength, they fall. Love is being there to pick them up instead of saying 'I told you so'. Love is worrying. Love is what makes me apologize when I fuck up. Love is what makes me accept your apology when you fuck up. Love is caring about someone more than you care about yourself. Love makes me do what's best for you, even when it hurts like hell. Love...real love cannot be broken. Not through time, distance, or death...

Love. Is. You.


Phatfffat singing C.Michele's Love is you...

Hiatus..

Perhaps?

A poem under construction...

I am a very private person (regardless of how it may seem lol), I keep myself guarded at all times. It seems like when I do let my guard down I get hurt, or abandoned. That's probably why I leave people before they leave me lol. Anyways...this is a start of something I'm in the process of writing. There's a lot more to it but I dont want to get too too personal in this blog lmao. So i'll save it for my other one. Just thought I'd make a post so ya'll would know I'm still breathing :)


The humming of electricity. The slamming of doors. The sterile hospital smell. Feet shuffling. A blur of white scrubs. Doctors moving quickly from one end of the corridor to the next. Women shouting...screaming in agony. Grasping the arms of loved ones, friends, family. Legs propped open. Pushing. Blood. Pain. Anticipation. Life.

....or perhaps the absence of it.

Cocaine. Heroin. Hennessey.
Growing belly. Morning sickness. Swollen Feet.
Quarter bags. Black and Milds. Swisher Sweets.
Eight Months. Premature. Struggling.

I wonder...did she even care as she carried me?