Nothing, but Love

Nothing…but love.

Literally that’s all I have left for you.

Nothing, but love.

Nothing but the love that keeps me near.

Keeps me in your arms reach.

Nothing but love that gives you the benefit of the doubt.

Disregarded all the comments that did not add up.

Love is the reason you’ve been able to reach me,

Love gave you free access.

Just one call away.

Literally, that’s all…just love.

Nothing but love that entices me to reopen the stale idea of an US.

It was love that allowed me to be vulnerable.

Love stripped me of my armor; broke down my walls.

If it wasn’t for the love, it wasn’t happening.

No respect, no faith, or no trust;

It has all been lost, and the love is all that remains.

And all for good reason, but love has her reasons too.

Lucky I love you and love you the way I do.

Lucky love stayed on your side.

Regardless of the pain you’ve caused me,

I wish you the absolute best.

I love you for not being able to love me,

I love you for choosing her over me.

I love you, I’m just out your league. 

No need to fight for someone to love me. 

Not fighting anyone to chose me. 

Not fighting anyone to treat me right. 

It’s really nothing but love for you. 

That’s really it. 

I don't even want what I used to want from it.

It’s literally nothing but love. 

You lie, and you cheat, and you weak. 

Absolutely nothing but love. 

It's nothing but love,

love is the reason it makes me angry.

Love is the reason I get sad about it. 

Love is my reason I want to be bothered, 

And call you even though I know I shouldn't. 

It’s the love I have…

Literally just my love for you.

You’ve drained me dry.

That's all I have, nothing left but love for you. 

Literally, nothing but the love I had for you.

That’s the reason.

Love is necessary, but it’s not enough,

Sight Seeing Vision

Don’t lose sight. 

Looking for something that was never for you. 

Don’t lose sight. Wanting what it looks like.

Just because we see it that way does not make it reality. 

It’s how you see it. But so many times the real gets overlooked.

Don’t lose sight trying to see something, instead of paying attention to what you seeing. 

Don’t lose sight, though love is blind.

Keep your eye clear to see what’s real from what’s not.

Love is blind, but maybe seeing is the feeling.

See what you feel, feel what you say. Insight. 

Don’t lose sight of who you are, 

You’d get to know yourself better with your eyes closed. 

Many will look, and not recognize who they see.

Don’t lose sight of yourself, see it for what it is.

…they ‘ll try to show you things, but see stuff for yourself.

Pay attention, seeing is not always accomplished with your eyes.

Don’t lose sight of the truth.

You’ll know the truth when you feel it. 

You’ve felt it before,

Don’t lose sight, recognize the real.

Though it’s looking tough for you, take another look. 

Don’t lose sight of the greatness within. 

Look at you, you were built for this.

Don’t lose sight of that.

No sight is better than no vision.

best to have both.

Public Displays of Affection

All we ever longed for was something beautiful. 

I just wanted what it was to last longer.

The beauty of feeling beautiful.

The beauty of being thankful to God for the love, 

For the person, for what you share together, 

For ever letting us two run into each other’s paths 

to ever get the opportunity to share. 

Talk and laugh together.

the happy helpless feeling, the happy and cant help it. 

When the bad brings you closer and the good keeps you close.

The beauty of the pureness, the honest, the real.

The natural, the flow. 

The feeling you feel inside, and people can see on the outside.

Its identified as happy, fun, lovely, or intimate depending on the time and place.

And how many glasses of wine we’ve had.

All we want is to be us, and all of its essence.

Be us, individually and together. 

Think of all we could be. 

Think of all I could be, you could be.

The beauty of love, the aura filling every corner of any room we enter.

The vibes sent out from me to you and vice versa. 

Affecting the world around us in a positive way. 

The display of our love...encourages others to love. 

Love is in the air...literally.

Work In Progress

Yeah, I’m working on it. I’m working towards everything. Every vision I see for myself. Working towards that. Getting back to myself. The best version of me...before it was tainted by life situations. But while living on with the knowledge of, and the lessons. I’m working on it, I’m working on me. Honestly letting things go, being honest with myself about what I want for me. And taking the necessary steps to move towards that. Towards and in alignment with everything that I want for myself. I will never understand a lot of the things that has happened to me. I will never fully grasps the levels of disrespect or the selfishness I’ve experienced...but it’s not on me. I can only pour my juice. I can only be responsible for what I pour out, and to where and who I pour out to...at this point, I’m taking some responsibility in what I receive. because how many times did I get a sign and ignored it. How many times has someone told me who they were before I took their word for it. I’m working on it. I’m working on trusting myself. Trusting my gut, trusting my intuition. Getting comfortable with the person I AM. Comfortable and confident in her. I’m working on RE-becoming ME. The way I was meant to be, and love and feel.
Love being my greatest place of work. I find it’s where I may need the most work. Or most healing. An actual honest healing, not your typical, patch up with another broken guy, to get over the last guy. Eventually I want the real thing. So, I gotta be the real thing. I need to come into my fullness to then expect and accept someone in theirs. How could I expect for someone to show up when I am unable to show up. How could I accept someone without healing the wounds that are possibly responsible for pushing people away. Since, because of my past hurts, I can confidently say “all of you niggas is wack!” and actually mean it. (as if good guys don’t exist, while also wanting a good guy of my own one day.) How that go? I’m working on it. Working on myself; by myself. Not saying one can’t be of help to get there...just think there is some individual work to be done. And that should probably never stop…like ever. I can vaguely remember growth stunts while in past relationships. Because of past relationships. The repetitiveness, the routine relationship of everything we thought it should be, or everything that looked and sounded good. It all played a part. The exact reasons for these growth stunts, I don’t know. But looking back, I know I got comfy enough to shift my focus on everything except me and my well-being and my future and my career, my dreams and aspirations, and everything else that would matter if the plans to be together forever were to change. I just didn’t think about it much. My own individuality was secondary. Me!, I left myself for people that left me. I ‘d like to one day possess natural organic love. Comfortable enough to be self. While growing together, but always keeping a sense of individuality. Keeping self. Never losing self again. I feel like I’ve lost her before...and haven’t gotten her back since. But I’m working on it. Working on being. Naturally being and naturally becoming. No pressure when it comes to being. I AM ENOUGH, more than enough to most. Too much for many. God is love