past instances
& present kisses,
conflictin w/ future blisses:

Das it,
I’m signin the convent papers
cuz I’m through wit dudes,
done wit all the drama,
a nun w/o the feuds.
I was loyal,
now bitter as castor oil,
memories?
bury them under soil!
the turmoil
of numerous rendez-vous,
wreckin my brain
in a mental strain,
forcin my attention to span
the negative points,
divorcin in which to expand,
cancellin accounts w/ joints.
I’m as through as a dead horse
pullin a wagon,
commitment was saggin
& trust was laggin.
objectin to da bull,
I’m forced to move on,
denyin my heart is still full,
the pull,
of past solidarity,
an invisible force
showin no remorse,
temptin me to go back
& tear up the contract,
before it’s too late.
Am I a fool for fate,
relyin on faith?

on the other hand
like a right hand wedding band:

do you think of me
like I of you?
voice of reasoning
whispers in my head
echoing fool
fool,
fool!
catchin myself smiling
while starin into space,
as I reminisce,
about the strength of your embrace,
the taste of our kiss.
I feel your hands so tenderly placed
on the small of my back
pullin me closer,
your tenderness like crack,
a fact,
that I’m itchin
and feignin for more,
goin thru withdrawals
veins of love
shaken and sore.
can’t hear from the roar
of broken-record voicemails,
should be a crime
to press rewind
so many times.
cherishin your voices’ textures
missin it
wishin it was live.
but it’s jive
as I witness
the event of our demise.
looking up,
cryin to the skies
on bended knees,
like the last orange,
you was my main squeeze.
but it ain’t ova
till the phat lady sings,
cuz ain’t nothin left
but dat good ole faith
to seize,
cuz I believe you’ll be
back in the picture,
like fanatics throwin up peace signs
& mouthin “hi moms,”
just a tickin time bomb,
till our love explodes again.

I’m torn,
like strippers come Sunday morn.
uncertain & undecided,
& tryin to hide it.