She does to me what winter does to the trees; she strips me bare, naked and empty.
I laugh to myself, because…I can’t sing, it’s just she makes me want to try and harmonise.
Like, I’ve got no worries bothering me tomorrow…like, I’ve got no dirty clothes hamper full of yesterday’s, stinking up what future is left in me.
But, I really ain’t no saint.
Never felt love’s true bliss. A disciple of my father, I learned to love with clenched fists.
I learned to love like reading Braille on skin; tracing insecurities of women through the palms of their hands.

But with her, it was different.
See, she was in every single word I wrote.
She walked a poet’s refrain; spoke a sweet soliloquy.
But I recognise the lack of trust in my own heart; because only a fool won’t accept the nourishment that’s right before their eyes.


Instead, he will starve.


I look at her and every time she smiles, it reminds me of everything I stole from myself.
Every joy I never had the courage to taste.
As you learn to love yourself better…teach me.
As you learn to forgive yourself for failing…teach me.
As you learn to accept strength and vulnerability…teach me.”


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