The Pharoah

Instant chemistry.
Long hours talking.
Beauty in face.
Beauty in voice.
Lyrical.
Talented.
His guitar.
We sang Aisha.
The days would pass.
Long hours just talking.
He talked of love.
Love is not a word I use.
Once it was spoken things changed.
Demands were made I could not give.
I felt drained.
Still more demands.
He wanted all the attention.
I called him my Amir but he is a Pharoah.
One last demand and he would no longer speak to me until I gave in.
I let him go.
I'm proud of myself.

The Hobbit

Oh how patient I was.
I knew he was frightened.
I knew we were close.
Oh how patient I was.
Taking his late night calls.
Listening to him say he missed me.
Listening to him say "I love you" and responding because that was what he needed to hear.
I told him to relax.
I told him I would wait until he was comfortable.
I'm tired of waiting.
He does not love himself.
Robs himself of joy.
Would cut of his nose to spite his face.
The idiocy.

Coco Lopez

He found me.

I wasn't frightened by his long hair or noise ring.

There was a sweetness in his written word like that of a child's.

We spoke.

There was joy in voice.

Charm, wit, kindness.

We met. All the same.

Complex he was.

Painful history. Still in pain.

Happy to hear me.

Happy to see me.

One day it shifted.

So quick.

Could hear a slight edge in his voice.

Answering impartial.

Said this was how we was.

I don't want that.

I don't need that.

I deserve better.

I've always known it.

I've been treated miserablly for so long by my own blood.

I refuse to let water do the same.