Beginnings and endings.

Once upon a dream

Cycles exist in all aspects of life

We begin where we end

They are one in the same

Poetic justice. 🖤


Don’t leave 

Don’t leaveI feel you slipping away from me

You close your eyes and I can’t see

If you’re still here with me

Don’t leave

You were the only clarity in this complicated world

Only sanity I found in you girl

Only sane away from the mundane 

Don’t leave

I need you

Don’t leave


I need you

I was you.


TodayI saved a life

And normally when I would be writing about mine 

It wasn’t

And to think I almost thought nothing of it

And to think you almost died acting on suicide you’ve done it

I would never forgive myself because of it 

Your words slipping slurring

Text messages triply words are blurring 

Suicidal ideation re occurring 

Trying to be gone in such a hurry

I just want to take away all your worries 

No regrets because you’re for me

No societal expectations 

No conforming

I’d be mourning if you weren’t here in the morning 


Last night I dreamed that my engine was out of oil, only to find that when I went to fill the engine, it overflowed with oil.

I guess in life this resonates because we may think something’s not there just because we lose sight of it; and when we go to fix it, ironically, we break it because that resource was already in abundance.

Is the glass that is unseen half empty or half full, or does it not exist simply because we can’t rely on faith that it’s there.

It’s all about perspective.

Searching [facebook] for something “more”


I’m not what you’re looking for

Instead, you stay up, stay out –away from me

Sitting up in your car Facebook searching

Have you found it?

I think you did

Tears streaming

Because in me you find something dead

That’s why you’re always pushing us towards doom isn’t it

Are you meticulously planning this?

Tucking me into bed

So you can be alone making love with the thoughts in your head

Never thought I’d be

Some housewife for someone who seems to not be in love with me

It hurts a little realer, makes my heart a little number

Because this time I cannot blame some shady action I’ve done

This time I will not get back at you to feel I’ve won

This time it’s a loss

A loss you are unwilling to fight for

I feel stupid

For feeling wrong each time you get mad at me for calling out your shortcomings

“Why did you do that,” taking responsibility for your unaccountability

Each time I own my feelings, you make me inhuman by saying that I’m just victimizing

You don’t care how I feel


I guess it comes with the price of being a knock-off


You don’t love me

You don’t love me anymore than the lies you feel you have to tell


Maybe you do love them

Because every time I find myself trying to be the bigger man

If it shines you in a bad light, then telling the truth is something you can’t stand

We saw your “ex” last night

Ironic the contrast of relationships

Between one getting engaged and the other growing further apart

My heart bleeds

Even when I’ve mended myself, stitching my heart together with the spines of each past dysfunction –some of which you were there to see

And from that stitching comes a better me

All with the hopes that we will live happily

But you are bursting at the seams

Staving off each truth for as long as you have to

I don’t cry, but do you realize how much it hurts inside

To try

And see you struggle for your alibi

Until you realize, I already knew

I will never be Muslim enough for you

I will never be the race you want me to be

To make up for whatever void you are seeking to fill

When you have in mind a certain girl

I will never be born the way she is born

I was only born me

It’s funny

Cause you’re the only relationship that’s fostered that type of insecurity