that's when you knew

that long march 

to the squat bush...

tears rolling,snot bubbling.

it had to be 

sturdy and strong.

the sound 

had to cut through thin air

and leave your skin

crawling with pain

upon contact.

that's when you knew

she couldn't love you.

denying 

that piece of cake,

pushing away 

and doubting 

that lover

who was yours to take,

throwing heels

that defied gravity

to find the hardness

of your head.

that's when you knew

she couldn't love you.

not buying that outfit

or those gold colored

chuck taylor's

you saw on everyone's feet.
food that tasted good
monday
but having it everyday
until next sunday.

a negative remark

at every turn...

she had to be the devil's daughter.

yet when 

there was no one

to dry your tears

after that lover beat you,

she was there.

when you put on pounds

from the german chocolate,

she told you 

how beautiful

you'd become.

when you disciplined

her grand entrance,

the sound of her voice

made you shiver...

because it came from you.

the temptation

of buying into the joneses

and becoming
a carbon copy...
it never crossed your mind.
feeding hungry little mouths,
on next to nothing,
was a simple reciprocal,recipe
while her words
rang out in your soul.
now as she sits
regally
with pepper and platinum
streaks,
you realize
 it was all because
she does love you.
a sacrifice of friendship
for respect,
that made you the person
you are today.