Intentions...

He came with sexual grit,

I came with spiritual intent.

Willing to barter my strengths intellectually.

To be protected and taken care of financially.

I've been in denial of my true desires and

I've suffered enough through purging fires.

He says "Azrie'l I'm in love with you",

But it's not so telling from the actions he lacks to pursue.

I blame myself for not setting the tone of a godly woman,

But within the same breathe I forgive myself for she is who I'm consistently becoming.

The mental notes has laid embedded within, but as I started purging more of these sins.

That's when my new life through shifts after shifts after shit begin.

No, you can not touch me sexually without my consent.

Because it's more to this love language than your sexual intent.

I need the passion you claim to have.

The intimacy of intellectualism is only the half.

I have love for you, but not enough to reach the endless depths of mental and emotional drainage.

Cause now we're fucking with my spiritual as I'm taking on our karma and I never wanted to claim it.

So here we are moving through different planes.

You say you love me but it no longer perceives the same.

To have me take care of myself and refer to me as another dependent.

As I carry our baby through a journey of emotional waves never ending.

Pieces of this poem is why I face forgiveness.

From allowing your penis to follow up after those sweet lies succeeded by soft kisses.

See I can't blame, cause if I wanna grow, I have to face the flames.

Flames may scorch my ego, but she's there to help me see who I am through my fearing pains.

The tears may form, the eyes may rain.

But I'm no longer afraid of a loss cause truthfully it's always a gain !