You thought my love was for sale. I had an abundance of it. You saw bright lights.You saw attractive colors. Yes, I was open to becoming your favorite find. I enjoyed the time you spent discovering different departments of my mind. You paid with passion. I should have printed “no returns” on your receipt. We only existed in my place of regret. Slowly your face started to look like a replica of those who thought they could afford my affection. I discounted my own destiny until I could no longer stand the sight of my own reflection. You just couldn’t resist a great deal! Clearly, there was no room for me. No storage space for sentiment. No lenten time of repentance No cleaning and purging to cherish your special someone No! You just like all bright, new, and shiny things. You only care about yourself. It never occurs to you that some things should just be left on the shelf.
I am configured by dreams, aptitude, ambition, and prepared to apply it to most if not all opportunities that present themselves. The only enemy I have is instant gratification. If I want something, I usually want it two yesterdays ago. Im a student at Stony Brook University working towards my BA in Ethnic and Cultural studies. I am a “Jack of All Trades” but my passion and first love is creative writing. Nothing feels better than being on a stage; with a mic in your hand disassembling your heart and placing the pieces of it on translucent air molecules and watching it move through a crowd of people. As they inhale parts of me and my life, they respond. They shout, “I hear that!” They give me back pieces of themselves to take with me. So now I step on my virtual stage and my keyboard is my mic. I am looking forward to telling the stories of those who have come into my life. I am looking forward to entertaining you. Thank you for being my muse.
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