Submitted Date 08/08/2019

**Still writing this poem. That pic is actually her and I. **

You love me down to the bone marrow.

Embrace my dark weeks from September-December.

Remember my fragile parts and rub down old aches

that still expose themselves during sunrise.

Kiss my cheeks, grit your teeth during the days

I play guard dog in front of the heart you already proved to love

until forever withers down into nothingness.

You smile and my heart wants to be yours all over again


damn it, I'm just trying to work on me.

Your patience is a virtue I inspire to have


have I ever told you that your heart got that

heavy love that heals and leaves marks on

both the wicked and beautiful things


beautiful people who have done unspeakable things?

You deserve more,

so I dig deep to give you what I got

and you always cherish every part I seem to discover.

You're the lover I prayed about during 3am prayers

in my dorm room.

So, I gotta continue working on me.

Because you're one of the roots

I ain't got no business allowing to wither away.

Unbothered and unashamed,

you've stayed when it was easier to walk away,

lighter to dust your feet and called it day-

But you stayed.

Light up my cheekbones on the lighter days.

The days when we're in sync and the bluest skies knew us by name.

Consistently, you tell the ruminating storm in my mind that you in this for the long haul.

I know for sure, none of these mothafuckas ain't built to love me like you can.

No ego boost, just truth.

Fate has GOT to be behind you when you summoned my heart to yours.

So, I'm gonna keep workin' on me.

While you work on you.




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  • Mary Jaimes-Serrano 1 year, 2 months ago

    Jasmine, this is beautifully touching. I can feel the emotion in the words as I read them. Thank you for sharing.

  • Rick Doble 1 year, 2 months ago

    Incredibly honest -- so honest you'll probably do what you need to do.