30 Poems in 30 Days: Day 11 - A Blues for Nala
This one was a bit too personal to post on facebook… so I figured I’d share it here, in the recesses of my tumblr that only a few people will ever see. By all means, judge me. - 3P
Dear Lioness, mane so wild at times
smile so wide at times, heart so torn by lies
How I wish I could find
work my way into your insides
Sensually speaking, I want your mind
I want the divine
I want what lies between your eyes as much
as that between your thighs
and I… I want to tame you
I want to take you, I want to make you
but your eyes are elsewhere
Your petty actions demand that I cease to care
I swear
Lovely little Leo, how I wish things were different
You attracted and entrapped me, and I always get weakened
when you come around, swaying that tail of yours
so cunning, so ambitious, scared of failure
in life as much as in your heart
so I tried to be your savior
Tried to conquer the queen of the jungle
but you didn’t want Simba - you preferred simple
and you play games yet wonder why the game plays you
and all I ever wanted was to be true to you
and I just wanted to be there when you were going through
the phases in your life that was dotted with struggle
would have appreciated it if the shit was mutual
but you want a secure space, and I ain’t got it
It’s not that you don’t deserve it - it’s that you won’t wait for it
and who am I to demand
that you let me build myself up to you? Nah, I understand
Lioness, so poetic, leader of the pride
leaded by her Pride, and that fucked up her desires
but you following The Christ, so at least you doing that right
I just wish you’d let me back into your life
let me shake your jungle up, dismantle your expectations
prove to you that I’m the one that you’ve been waiting
for - but you clock watching, you don’t believe in stopping
and appreciating the moment, savoring the people there with you
always about progression, so you don’t see me as prepared for you
I get it - I promise this time I do
Dear Nala, aka Butterscotch Unicorn Part II
Hurt twice, so a third, I shant pursue
won’t let lay the foundation for you to play for a fool
yet again
Pray for you often, but won’t fall prey to you
Know you gon’ lay a bed of money and sleep good in it
And settle on a nigga that don’t do you like he should in it
I confess, dear Lioness - I concede the chase to you
Can’t keep letting you rip my heart apart, so I can no longer pursue
At least was fun while it lasted
Please believe, the hunt was so fucking fantastic
I just wish I was better built to last it
And I wish it didn’t end on such a tragic… note