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aisle, Cancun, Love, Mexico, Mississippi, North Carolina, Relationships, romance, Swahili language, Texas, Truth, United States
(Click to Listen-The Truth of the Matter)
The truth of the matter is that it was never supposed to be you
In my face
In this place
You, standing here
Receiving me
Drinking from my cup
So much such and such
Brought us to this moment
Where I am able to have you do more than drink up
But so what
Because its you
And you’re here
And the truth of the matter is
You touched a piece of my soul and stole the other half of my heart
And even though we’re worlds apart
The idea of you doesn’t seem foreign to me
But the thought of you not being here is skeevish and peevish to my prosperity
The siblings of your future generation wouldn’t look like me
Wouldn’t smile like me
Or have the same Texas twine when I whine your name…so uniquely… to give it to me
The siblings of your future generation wouldn’t know me
Wouldn’t see me
Or be about me
Their eyes in mine couldn’t see we
So I rebel
and occasionally I do me
Just to see how much latitude you give me
And even when my inner diva breaks free
You never hang me with the same rope you gave me…
you give me…me
and the truth of the matter is
when I hurt you
I hurt me
I cry tears so profusely when thinking of the walls I have built instead of relationships
Where casual encounters may have led to spending sprees and shopping trips
down to Cancun but never trips down the aisle
But those things take a while
So I settled for the drug of a good time over a long time and fed my addition like a child…
But for you
For you
I’ll crawl an inch in sobriety just so one day together we can run a mile
And knowing all the while it was never supposed to be you
But the truth of the matter is it is you
You are the voice that I hear when I hear love speak
a language only shared between you and me
the melodic sounds of a monotonous tick in your Mississippi, North Carolina, Afro centric Swahili
you are the Honey in mine and E. Badu’s tea
a short sip after a long trip keeps my free spirit under lock and key
and even on the days I may not know how to love you
you show me how to love me…
and even on the days I resist the idea of you completing me
I know without half of you
There is no whole me…
And for that reason
The truth of the matter is
Its you…the way its suppose to be