The pain I feel is not from your words, but better yet from your lack of them.
My heart gets yanked on everytime I’m left to find things out from others and not you
Words hold so much power and yet for some reason I get them from everyone, but whom?
My mind keeps spinning around this topic like the earth revolving around the sun
This issue should be in the background like a dimmed bulb yet it flashes bright like an automatic gun
Constant echoes of the syllables beating through my head like African drums
But the rhythm does not make me want to dance
There is no joy
There is no peace
There is very little happiness that comes from me
Words are in my bones
It’s what I breathe
It’s how I eat
I even speak them when I sleep
So to deny me this one simple thing
Shows me how much our relationship means to a woman who calls me her everything…
Divine time 