no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

no one is ‘yours’

to be held onto

forever.

in waves

do you know

how beautiful

it is to be aware?

to be thankful

for your life?

to understand

the privilege

to be free, both

mentally and

physically?

do you know

how beautiful

it is to walk

with intention?

to move with

pure intentions?

do you know

how beautiful

the karma

could be if you

kept your thoughts

to yourself?

do you know

how beautiful

it is to not

overshare?

to not care

too much

about people

who don’t give

a fuck. now—

i don’t give

a fuck neither.

do you know

how beautiful

it is to pay the

bills off happiness?

to never have

to work hard

for people who’re

undeserving?

whose spirits

don’t mesh well

with mine?

do you know

how lucky you

are, how blessed

you are, how

chosen you are

to be living your

truth? how’s your truth

looking? don’t like

the outcome?

destiny manifests

energy multiplies

sometimes too fast

for our liking

sometimes

too slow. you can’t

rely on time

to mend blatant

wounds. what you

push toward

the dark

will ruin you.

karma don’t

miss nobody

karma don’t

miss no body.

do you know

what it means

to be happy?

do you know

what happiness

looks like for you?

do you pay

attention to

the details?

do you recollect?

do you retrace

your steps

when you

feel alone?

do you ever

wonder

what’s missing

when you

feel alone?

is it someone?

is it something?

are you missing

someone?

or are you missing

something?

these are questions

you ask when

you’re mindful of

your existence.

do you know

how beautiful it is,

to stay accountable?

’n do you know

how beautiful it is,

to be aware?

spring cleaning

give what you can

afford to. give

what you won’t

miss. give until

you can’t no more.

honey child

i drizzle honey

on pineapples

i offer my folk

the sweetest

of sweet.

good grief

sometimes you miss a feeling

you’ll never meet again; a bond

that could never be recreated.

hits twice as deep when they loved

you more. when unconditional

is the only name to give them.

clockwork

God says,

“i love you back”

spirit says,

“i love you back”

our ancestors say,

“i love you back”

the angels say,

“i love you back”

our guides say,

“i love you back”

the birds say,

“i love you back”

our parents say,

“i love you back”

the trees say,

“i love you back”

they could never

unlearn you. they

could never know

love, without you.

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i connect with honesty