crave you

I crave you

in ways words could never do justice.

Like my skin was made

to recognize your touch,

like my lungs only learned breathing

through the air you left behind.

Long before I knew your name

my heart already understood

the rhythm of yours,

allowing our beats to fall in sync

whenever we were together.

I crave you

like a bad habit I swore I’d quit

the kind that ruins sleep,

clouds judgment,

and still feels good enough

to run back to.

Every thought of you lingers

slow, heavy, dangerous.

You don’t just cross my mind…

you stay there,

stretched across my silence

like temptation wearing your face.

I don’t just want your body.

I want the version of you

nobody else gets close enough to touch.

The guarded side.

The tired side.

The softness hidden behind your pride.

The side of you

that only showed up

when the world went quiet

and it was just us

trying not to fall apart.

You made chaos feel familiar.

Made heartbreak feel gentle

like loving hands

wrapped around something already broken.

Like self-destruction

dressed up as comfort.

And somehow I still crave it

still crave you.

mixed feeling

I woke up feeling great today— woke up before the alarm, body pain-free. Felt like the universe was finally about to shine on me, like today had a different kind of quiet to it.

I smiled for no reason. My chest felt light. No pressure on my ribs, no storm in my thoughts, just peace… the kind I forgot existed.

Today was perfect. Too perfect.

And then it hit me—

you never called.

No missed arguments. No heavy tone disguised as “attitude.” No emotional weight hanging off my shoulders like wet clothes I kept trying to dry.

For the first time in a long time, my energy belonged to me.

That’s when I realized maybe my bad days weren’t bad luck at all. Maybe loving you been draining the life out of me so slowly I confused exhaustion for commitment.

And damn… that hurt worse than heartbreak.

Because I was really out here thanking fate for a good day, not realizing the peace came from your absence.

Funny how I still missed you during the best day of my life

love me loud

I don’t want a quiet love

that halfway, shrug-shoulder,

“you know how I feel” kind of love.

Love me out loud.

Love me like your heart got no reason to hide.

Give me that

“say my name, say my name

when everybody around you” kind of love.

Let it show in your walk,

every lil step you take

the way your posture straighten

when I enter the room,

the way your soul look occupied

even when I’m not beside you.

I want the kind of love

that slips into conversation naturally.

Not my name

but the way your eyes soften

when somebody asks why you smiling.

The way your voice get warmer

talking about “someone”

who make life feel lighter.

I want your friends to know it

without introductions.

Want strangers to feel it

in the distance between your sentences.

Want your love to sound certain

not whispered like a secret

you afraid to claim.

Don’t love me nonchalantly.

Don’t hand me affection

with your palms facing down.

If I’m yours

stand in it.

Let your actions pronounce me

without ever spelling my name.

Let your loyalty be so obvious

even silence says I’m loved.

I’m not asking for obsession.

I’m over being a toxic fetish.

I don’t want to be loved in secret

and denied in daylight.

I just want to be claimed.

stranger

I’m supposed to be your only, but you make me feel like a side dude— standing outside the window watching a relationship I’m somehow not a part of.

Crazy how I can hold your hand and still feel single. How strangers get conversations, attention, softness… that I gotta beg for in private.

Loving you started feeling like waiting for my turn in a place I helped build. Like I gotta compete for attention that was supposed to come natural.

And that kind of pain? Quiet. Embarrassing.

’Cause how you make somebody feel lonely while laying right beside them? How you look me in my eyes and still make me question if I’m loved or just available.

Dear Whomever

Dear Whomever,

I don’t even know what to call you any more

so “whomever” feels right.

Somewhere between “my love” and “my lesson,”

you lost your name in my life.

I used to say it like it meant something

like it belonged to me,

like every syllable had a heartbeat

that echoed back to “we.”

Now it just sit on my tongue

like a question I don’t ask out loud.

’Cause answers got a way of hurting

when the silence already too loud.

I gave you pieces I was still learning how to keep,

trusted you with parts of me

I barely let myself see.

And maybe that was my fault—

building a home in somebody

who was still figuring out how to leave.

You ever miss me?

Or do I just visit you

when the world get quiet

and your distractions go to sleep?

’Cause me

I still trip over memories

like they left their shoes by my door.

Still catch myself reaching for you

like my heart ain’t learned the score.

I ain’t writing this for closure—

I don’t even think that’s real.

Some wounds don’t close,

they just learn how to feel… quieter.

But I had to say something—

even if it’s into a space

you might never return to.

So yeah…

Dear Whomever,

I hope you find what you were looking for—

even if it wasn’t me.

—Me

I hope...

Allow me to set the tone. 

Inspired by chance the rapper baby blues verse. 

Originally the voice i was going for was a petty funny but some world say it came off as bitter. So to each its own (I think that's the saying).

If we break up, I want your life to suck,

I hope you end up in a shootout and you barely duck.

I hope your car break down soon as you pull out the house,

and every wire in your walls get chewed by a mouse.

I hope your charger only work if you bend it just right,

and your Wi-Fi lag every single night.

I hope all your fries are cold when you come out the drive thru 

I hope all the "be on the look out," all look like you

I hope your alarm don’t ring when you got somewhere to be,

but go off on the times when you try to sleep 

I hope your phone die every time you need GPS,

I hope every time you need to say no they come out as yes

I hope your favorite song skip right at your favorite part,

and every new love interest play games with your heart.

I hope your headphones only play out one side,

and your ride always late  and have you waiting when its hot outside.

I hope it rain every time you forget your coat,

and your job act funny every time you need a note.

I hope your dreams feel real but never come true,

I ain’t wishing death… just minor inconvenience for  you.

accepting

Written from emotions when I was going through a breakup. Accepting what we had isn't us anymore. 

I had something good happen to me at work today.

I got promoted.

They told me it came with a pay raise—

I’m talking a difference in hundreds, not tens.

I picked up the phone, ready to tell you the news,

but then it hit me… you not my person anymore.

You not the one I see in the morning,

or the last face look for at night.

And if I don’t see you,

I call you, if i dont call you, i text you.

That part of me no longer exist any more.

I can’t even start my day

unless it started with you…

and that’s the part that hurt the most.

You were my Forgers in my cup, now everything just feel off.

Now I’m moving forward

but missing what I used to move for.