Journal Entries

I might be a hopeless romantic... But I was really born to break hearts. Done so well, I should honestly do it for a living. I waste no time falling in love because I know I can get back up at any moment. Falling out of love in seconds, just to start craving more within minutes. A heart that’s never satisfied; Some might call me greedy. I get high off affection And start fiending when I'm not getting enough attention. I plan for my escapes as soon as I realize I’ve had enough. They never seem to notice when I checkout...

His inner child controlled him without him even noticing. He cried out so loud, I could hear him whenever I sat down next to the older version of himself. I called him "Junior," A child that was missing something; love, compassion, self respect. I've spent more time with Junior than I did with his equal. They were so out of touch with each other, I think he did his best to avoid Junior. Probably why he doesn't care for mirrors or pictures. I wish his mother gave him the love his older self doesn't know how to accept. Then maybe...

I leave hints in strange places Just hoping that they'll grab your attention. Scared of being too direct about the things that I require. Maybe it's because I know my expectations are way too high for your reality. It's a shame you can't match my energy. Reading my mind must be hard  Because trying to understand yours is a complete challenge.  I'm failing at it. You're frustrated; I shut down.  Your wall goes up. I blame you But self awareness is telling me that I have more work to do And I didn't realize it until I met you  Instead...

Black men are magic too.. I might've been hurt by some, but I've been loved by a few. Forced to be brave in a world full of hate... You carry yourself with grace regardless of the bullshit that's on your plate. I see you. And I respect it. You try to hide the pain in your eyes but, I see it... I feel it too.  You deserve to unpack what you've been carrying... I know a place. Don't be ashamed. If you need to heal, I'll be your aid. I would never tear you down, believe me. I wanna see...

I wish I had a choice in deciding what gets passed down to me. A house, car, even a watch would be nice. But what I didn't sign up for was anxiety. The panic attacks fit me just right. Like they were made specifically for me. Don't get me started on the boxes of depression. It was so much, I had to buy extra storage. I did have money that was left for me once, But my father took it and never said he was sorry. Self-doubt was the family pet nobody wanted to keep So of course it was...