June 12th, 2025
I offered you my cup
And I guess I was the fourth
You couldn’t see my offer
But I didn’t lose my worth
Someone else will want me
Until then I’ll choose myself
I don’t think you’re capable
Of loving someone else
Four of Cups
2025
The Actual Ugly Truth
June 11th, 2025
I’m finally opening my eyes
And letting myself embrace the validity
I filled my head with excuses you’d never give
You’ve probably laughed at my stupidity
I gave you endless patience
That you had never earned
And I abandoned all the things
That I knew I really deserved
Someone who actually wanted me
Wouldn’t leave me in this confusion
And I can’t even blame you
When I’m the one who built the illusion
You told me time and time again
Through your actions and your words
You’re “just not that interested”
I’m not what you’re moving towards
So I’m sorry I never listened
And I’m sorry for being clueless
But I need to apologize to myself
For waiting for you to choose this
Personal Note: Off subject, but I just wanted to share a small moment for my brother TJ, who passed away on this day four years ago (12/15/2021). I hope you’re resting in peace.
Two Dead Lovers
June 3rd, 2025
One good day
Couldn’t last until night
A dead relationship
Gave up the fight
Backs to each other
They grew apart
Took a sword
Through each other’s heart
And no police man
Could stop the crime
There were no arrests
And no facing time
If you can’t believe
This story is true
Know it wasn’t about me
I wrote this for you
Note: The start of this year I was working on self discovery and healing from the past. I’ve been writing for twenty-five years, and I was thinking about what attracted me to poetry. The two poems I memorized in my childhood were the poem in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, and one that has many variations that have been used with no known author. This version of the poem is what was in my head while I wrote this:
One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
A deaf policeman heard the noise
Ran over there and shot those boys
If you don’t believe my lie is true
Ask the blind man, he saw it too
Doll Poetry 