*Thanx to Pro for the inspiration*


Today I wanted to write about love...but everyone knows I don't script fiction.
How can I possibly disguise the fact that my second language is broken hearted diction?
I speak the dialect of ruptured nuptials...obese words with anorexic meanings.
Once thought I was worthy of happiness but the alarm clock rang and ended my wishful dreaming.

But I promised today that my pen wouldn't move to the beat of "flatlined palpitations"
I climbed in your mouth and sat on the enamel waiting for you to tell her that you loved her as my form of inspiration.
Like clockwork the affection rolled off your tongue and fluttered like stomach butterflies...
In her direction...she hangs pieces of your heart in her corneas so life is always visible in her eyes.

Told her how the world revolves around her timbs and their concrete stomping sound.
And how the cracks in Brooklyn blocks produce flowers from the sunflower seeds she spits on the ground.

Yall love is the shit...I call it fertilizer fragmentations...
Forehead kisses cease any signs of forming lamentations...
They say tattoos bearing names are idiotic forms of love on display.
I say a vow engraved on flesh papyrus is poetry personified...
The one emotion Calgon could never wash away...

Your smile resides in the diamonds of her dimples...a love too precious to pawn.
Somethin so right that you made 4 lefts up a one way street, even when other's told you your direction was wrong.
The bible said God made Adam and Eve...not Eve and Genevieve...
Yet no man has ever looked at me the way you look at her...
I bask in yall presence...even with 2 lungs it's still hard for me to breathe...

I puff Newports seeking comfort when all I need is the second hand smoke of your affection.
She loves you...like you love her...a feeling perfected with no need for protection.
You dived head first into heart dismissing past presentations of deception...
You love her...flaws and all...kissing her lips inch by inch in each intricate section.

I am simply a voyeur...astonished at how you part her thighs and make her leak the deepest seas.
Yet still the green in me resides and my tears fall like the willows of weeping trees.
See...I will never know beauty like the love you keep tucked underneath your breast.
I talked to a preacher today and he ordered me to shout Hail Mary's for what I confessed.

I told him I wished to be a Muslim converted cuz Adam's ribs have left a bad taste in my mouth.
And that I desired to eat Eve's apples even if it means sittin in hell on a fire couch...
If I'm goin' the wrong way then please don't direct me to the correct path...
I'd rather fail the equation than try to solve it with incorrect math....

See...X times X divided was not created to commesurate you and she...
You never borrowed from the remainders yet yall common denominator is aligned perfectly...
Algebra affections are exhibited...too complex for most mathematicians to decipher within their thesis
Proof that a puzzle can be completed even when each box is missing a fraction of the pieces...



"and if being your someone,
and, you being mine
is wrong...
Well that... just makes being right not the place to be."-DRYBAGGIJ

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