i fell for you ....

but you fell for her ....

and she fell, slipped, and tripped on ur emotions and broke your heart in two....

so don’t get pissed and peeved when I laugh in your face....

cuz what’s the point of being in love when you’re not gonna get it in return....

what’s the point of being in love when you’re not gonna get it in return....

and I’ve had to scream that last line into my compact’s looking glass....

more times than this pen has ink to write....

just to instill the fact that even with all these excess emotions....

I’m still looking back at them compacted into a half empty glass....

Halfway full with your halfway truths and the half assed lies I can see right though....

The same fact I’ve tattooed across my chest as to never let my heart forget ....

that it’s seen you fall for her deeper than the deepest point across the seas....

and that your love had you higher than Kilimanjaro and Mt. Everest combined....

had it permanently inscribed into my temperal lobe just to force it into my memory....

but the sight of you just makes the ink fade back into pink tissues ....

that send neurotic messages to my chest ....

cuz  these heartbeats are like morse code that beat an incrypted message....

and I’ve been trying to decipher each __ ___ __ __....

ever since we met....

but I’m not in the army, or the navy, or whoever the fuck uses that shit....

I guess this is just one puzzle I’ll never quite know how to complete....

but remember, I’ve seen you go through this....

watched the corner pieces of what used to be heart....

turn into corner stones that made you cold to the realization she fucked you over twice as hard as I think you could ever truly see....

and you let the numbness of your love radiate through your eyes....

if this is what love does to you....

then I want no part in this....

This game made for two but I seem to be  trying to play a game with three....

Because I’ve lost my love to you and she’s won yours without even trying....

If luck is a lady I guess they share the same name....

The same way you daydream about her sharing yours in holy matrimony ....

The same way I’ve stenciled your face across my notebooks and dreams like this was some middle school fling....

And we’ve all been flung into the mud playing tug-a-war ....

With you tugging on her arm and me tugging on yours....

But who’s tugging on me?....

I guess this is why the call it a crush....

Cuz they only leave you falling harder than meteorites that crash into the earth....

Surrounded only by embers of old flames and ashes of the memories of thoughts to what use to be a possibility ....

You see, they leave you crushed like 5 cent soda cans in parking lot recycling centers....

And that bloody fuckin muscle in the center of your chest....

Skippin beats and double-dutching over the strings of words ....

Written out in the form of this poetry....

And using your emotions as their feet so they can stomp all across the yard....

Like sorority sisters from black universities....

I may not be a big fan or chris brown but he knew what he was saying when he sang “heart ain’t a brain”....

Cause I’m for damn sure not thinking with this thing no more....

It only leads you to pain and to fallin’ like Alicia Keys....

To getting weak in the knees like SWV that just so happened to get all scraped up on the way down....

And I know you’re not falling for me ....

And truth is I still haven’t passes physics and barely made it through chemistry for that matter....

But if two hearts keep falling in the same direction....

At the same speed for the same amount of time....

Their velocities must meet up at some point or another....

So if you fall and crash before me....

All I ask of you is to catch me....

Like a slowly falling star, or meteorite ....

and just put me in your pocket for safe keeping....

just in case you ever fall out of love with her....

but either way no matter what you say or do....

I still can’t help the fact that I’m falling for you....

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