Letter to my Ex.

Dear Mistah…
            How can I say…I should have given you a reason to stay,
        When I should have just not given you a reason to leave
        And I’m left behind with dorky remembrances of kisses that were always wet
                From rain and tears and sloppy memories
        12 hour sessions of intellectualism that left us both breathless

Dear Mistah,
Dear Mistah,
 Dear Mistah “No Sex,”
                Cuz laying naked next to u on the phone was as close to unity as we’d ever get
                Even after the physical connect
                        You shun my bodily cravings
                I was always impure. -Compared to u
Dear Mistah “I’m accepted into every art school in the country”
        And all the good ones international

                Makes a collage out of the letters
                        Takes a lighter to it and let’s it burn
                                 All the letters between u and I.
                 You let us burn
                Let us burn
                Let us burn but
                                I
                                 I lit us on fire.
        Because he treated me like he treated his art work.
                        Never date an artist
                                They’re all liars
                Cuz they’ll put their entire life into you for a few months…                         few weeks then,                              

Drop kick you into the gallery
                        Put you on display for all the world to learn
                                Here we are…Two Artists
                And we let us burn

                        Flamed straight to the inner queer in both of us
                Dance midnight into 2pm
                And I Shoulda given u a reason to stay.

                        Not to leave
                        Not to dream a figmented parchment                                                                                     with someone else’s pencil
                                                        Scripted on withered fingertips
Dear Mistah,

Caught me on bad days..

or worse days,

and made them the best days
Dear Mistah “Wonderfully Cursed Gift”

 with the crafted cool tounge tip

that was always able to strip me raw

run me naked

and see who I am behind my walls.
                                        I liked my walls
                        Before you invaded
        Mistah trump player
        Pulled out your cards
                My heart was ur table
        So you spaded my cracks corners
        Broke me down to build me on splintered lashes fallen from heavy liquid you caused
                                                Paper cuts with rain drops
                And yet it was me.
                All me.
        I caused us to be Mistah and Me.

 No longer we tramping on stamped out stereotypes

                I fight…

                        for the teardrops that made you scream

                You loved Me
                        On a tattered napkin in Dunkin Donut wars of who  can stuff the most ice in our mouths
                        I love you mistah

Mistah

Mistah Ice Cold

        Cuz u always won
        15 ice cubes versed my 7
        Let it melt
                Let us melt and burn at the same time
                        Cuz brainfreeze isn’t half as bad as a burnt soul
        Skin dripping down a melted hearts color coded reflections

Dear Mistah Blue

Mistah red

Mistah green

Mistah any color u wanted to be

who tore my fucking rainbow from my thighs
                AndI tried
                        So hard to love me

                even when I couldn’t deal with my life
                                                        Trying to love you
Dear Mistah Perfect
        Mistah artist
        Mistah “you’re not right for who I am”
Dear Mistah Always Blue
        Cuz you were too much of an artist to not be a tortured soul

…So…Dear Mistah,
        How can I say…I should have given you a reason to stay
        When I should have just not given you a reason to leave
                When I thought I gave u a reason..for both..
                                        -Me.