Say it loud, say it proud.

I know we started off as friends, but I am your lady now. I want to be treated accordingly. I want to be respected for the person I am in your life. Throughout! Not just when it suits you.

I want to be celebrated, boasted about. I am unique in my own way, something to be truly proud of. And, I want my man to do just that, be proud to be with me. Without words but rather with his actions.

I want a man not a boy still trying to play it cool amongst his friends. Rather a man willing to stand by my side, and loudly able to proclaim he is mine and I, his.

We are grown now, there is no more time for childish ways. It is now that we seek out our lifetime partners, potential fathers/mothers to our children and our Rock. Gone are the days of playing hop scotch with people's emotions.

If you're in, be in the whole way, not with one foot out the door. Either come in or shut the door on your way out.

26 September 2014

The place that once was but is no longer

Still alive but barely breathing.

Wide awake while others have no trouble sleeping.

Crying my eyes out for days upon days,

still trying to make sense of what little remains.

Did I see them, did I not?

All I know is that, I heard every shot!

Whether at night, during the day or my deepest thoughts, running away.

My heart races, tummy constrains as panic commences

at the mere thought of flashing lights and thundering beams.

On my knees, I pray to Thy,

a God, I doubtfully believe in.

Questioning, whether this was real or just an ordeal?

All chocked up, wondering, if this was meant to be, 

because all my pleas he did not see.

Such a heavy barden placed upon me.
As the house I once called home,
the four walls that I took refuge in,
the purple curtained windows that once shune in light,
the place that once was but is no longer.

Now, just a place
brutally barged upon
left dented,
stained by death,
Stamped upon by grieving nomates
and violated by protesters.

Home
Now just a place,
I would rather not be...
As she moved on, while I'm still griefing, as no pleading words could stop her bleeding.