I feel haunted. 

Haunted by the state of affairs that I have no control over

Yet I will be blamed over and over again even if I don’t matter to you or anyone else who has

A place

in hierarchy. 

My intelligence is of grand importance 

Maybe it is not valued as it should be because 

I am a ghost. 

I rested in my dream’s hotel room. 

I did not wait for anyone. 

I expected no company.

*knock knock*

A tall figure adorned in 

African robes

stained beautifully 

red as wine 

it wasn’t a hotel room anymore

it became a waiting room

for a prince who forgot himself

where we talked and became close

with the prince who found me

and brought our faces together 

as spiritual kisses formed and I melted into 

god itself. 

did our past lives catch up to us?

did you remember the me who knew you

way back 

way back then when memories were only

distant clouds 

hazy and far from our hearts? 

a prince like you isn’t to be romanticized 

no matter how pretty your eyes are

Or even how pretty those curves your lips form when they meet mine. 

You have the power to hurt deeply.

I have the power to hurt deeply too.

I don’t want you to hurt me

and I don’t want to hurt you. 

So stop

forgetting

who i am

to you

and who you are

in this life. 

You must know

god knows

So you shall know

life is precious 

as the hands that protect 

and heal hearts.