Open up to me.
Let me place these calloused hands on your beating heart.
You see you’ll be safe in them because of how much work they’ve put into loving you.
Let us do all the things that lovers do.
Let me be the suture that holds together your fissures.
Let my words paint the goddess i see in you as a completed picture.
Open up to a love that God has anointed.
Let me fold you over like we was double jointed.
imagine a love that allows you to flourish.
imagine a patient man willing to be your garden’s florist.
Until you grow a forest.
Until our foundation has marbled flooring.
Until you see life with me would never be boring.
Protected: Giveth uppest
May
I’m stepping into this new month accepting all newness and abundance that’s sitting in wait for me.
I will continue to love and show up through my brokenness.
I will continue to show up for myself in this period where no one else will.
I give thanks for making it to this point , this month, this day.
May God continue to rain blessings onto me. Even if that’s answering my prayers for her.
Respect and Manners ✌🏻
Deeper
I’ve been trying to build us a kingdom.
Trying to stand taller all while i fall deeper.
our connection deepens.
with you my depression throws itself into the deep end and starts sinking.
my soul’s a little freer.
My inner voice told me be careful of hoe you treat her.
if you think shes a keeper.
look at me sowing what i reaped.
my demons are looking at the light the summer could be bringing.
no more living in my worsened ways and expecting my soul to look cleaner.
i’m going to be a man 13 year old me can find peace in.
and for our foundation i’ll keep digging.
Building…
cementing a good future for myself.
you living better ways would be the only way i’d ever claim to be living in wealth.
Unconscious
You are the breaths that fill my lungs.
An unconscious love.
a code deeply embedded into my progression.
a lesson in patience and true love’s message.
every effort for my body to fill itself with the good that it needs.
you’re my every heart beat.
You’re like a cooler breeze in the hottest summer day.
like a song’s lyrics that resonate
especially just when i need them.
and You’re all the answers that God offers.
For you, i lay my spirit at God’s alter.
it’s just not possible to describe this feeling.
the way my atoms call out for you.
the way my body responds just at a glimpse.
a thought…
a moment…
the way you elevate this journey.
the way i want you for eternity.
the way you’re never a burden, or a hurdle,
you are what keeps my passions burning.
You’re the feeling of a good laugh. Good food. You got that good ass. Jk .
God sent deep in his bag for your crafting.
Walk talk
Just keep that precious smile.
It warms the world like a sunset’s kiss.
I hope your spirit finds bliss in the meaning of this.
You’re every word dispersed by the gift encoded within my fingertips.
I see heaven in you.
My eyes gleam at the pleasure you bring,
you’re like the colours of spring.
You’re fresh air, but also the calming patter of rain.
You’re one of Earth’s finer things.
I see forever in you.
It’s like my soul finds sunnier weather, in your restorative brew.
I’m a better man having had met you.
gg (garden goddess)
Please keep growing your garden. There’s a goddess within your brown skin. There’s patience in the way your garden is supposed to bloom. I imagine your garden is as close to the garden of eve as I’ll ever get. I wanna taste every fruit, see every sunrise and even face every storm that comes from your garden. Sometimes burning the garden down to the ground isn’t a bad thing. It allows space for new seeds to germinate. Seeds of self love, discipline, passion, excitement, happiness. New flowers grow, and the space can be filled with a new bird’s song. A song of hope. And every garden needs a gardener doesn’t it… that’s where i always come in. Pruning everything you want to lose and cultivating everything you want to grow.
Give thanks.
Walk Night
Crying more often.
Falling too hard
My dreams are lofty .
Getting closer to God as he shows me
It’s the space in between the moments.
Thats what defines who we are
i’m relearning to hold myself down.
No longer letting myself be taken for granted.
people need to learn to meet me where i’m standing.
I’m alone
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