I have to wean me off you because I’ve never told you no.

I need to stop waiting for your answer because I’ve never asked.

Day one and I am already at an all-time low

because I’ve never told you no.

You’re my muse, so I hang you up and worship your shrine. The darker it gets, the more I settle.

When you come over the euphoria begins at the thought of overdosing on you my love.

I put on my disguise and hide behind and you ask if it’s the real me,

I say yes because I’ve never told you no.


You can’t enter me without first kissing me gently and healing my vision of black man.


Please stop leaving me behind and never showing me what it means to have a man guide my back.


You can come over and exist fully in my safe place, fully in my healing wounds.


You can have everything and give me nothing in return – only venturing off to appreciate everyone but me; neglecting my need to be needed by you.

Yes, I love you…

no, I couldn’t leave you…

But your yes and no and no and yes always come at the wrong times and leave when it’s best.

So say nothing, my dear, come in deliberately against your nature and exist fully by the will to love and to be loved.

Touch my mouth with the reason you take love but don’t give it. I touch your mouth because I have never been close enough to it.

Come in violently my savior.

I won’t ask anything of you

Never turn you away.

I just want to walk again.

I just want you around.

Miss Parisia B.

Photo by Suad Kamardeen on Unsplash

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