Everyday,

Im going to constantly bug you
with beautiful aggressive sarcasm
that it will cause your words
to catch fire,
even before the match
is even out the box.

Then will dismantle your words
and display them like a trophy
on my mantel for all your friends
to come and see at your expense.

Why do you hide behind your big words
that only you halfway understand.
You think just because you use these words
it’s going to make me feel inferior
think again.

And If you don’t like me,
tell me straight to my face
and stop hiding in the shadows
of your big words where it’s safe.

Just so you know,
I will take your so called big words
and place in your face like a mirror,
so you can see how small you’re
compared to those big words you try using .

Then I will take your bitterness as my ink
and before my words touch paper,
they’ll already be jumping off the page
shouting for joy.

You see for me,
I don’t need to hide behind fancy words
to show who I am
and how tuff I am,
because my identity and strength is in God.

When does your mouth ever close,
I mean damn!!
don’t your words ever get tired.

Because after awhile,
your words start sounding
like scrambled eggs
that run all over the place.

And don’t you know,
that once you close your mouth,
You won’t be so blind,
and things will actually start to make sense.

With every passing day,
you boastfully tell yourself
I got him beat.

Well keep telling your two faces that,
because someone has to believe you.

Then you keep asking yourself
why I won’t talk or look at your faces,
well it’s because all your faces
always have that same sneaky motive.

Also talking to you
is like me talking to a mirror
and its a waste of all my time.

So you need to back off
and respect my space,
cause I’m about to stir this pot
that’s boiling over.

But if you get too close,
you might get burned.
And if you get burned,
oh well it’s your own fault.

Just remember,
I told you so.

Enough is now enough,
so I will rip down
the pictures you have of me,
that are painted with hate and anger.

Now its my turn to paint!!!
and trust me,
I will use all your bitterness
and anger as my paint,
to expose your true colors .

Just because I’m standing in your personal space,
doesn’t mean you see me.

But before I even open my mouth,
you think you know me.

Well guess what,
I already know you.
Because you tell all your business
in less then one single breath.

And I’m so exhausted!!!
from having to listen to your lies
and pride,
which makes me feel like
I’m having bleach slowly pored into my eyes.

So from now on,
I will let my loud thoughts speak to you,
and yes my thoughts will crush your toes,
but the truth has to be told,
and you need to be exposed.

Your words and attitude,
are what causes me
to throw up yesterday’s food
and makes me wanna throw up
the food I’m about to eat,
even before I cook it.

It also makes me feel

like I’m drinking vinegar through my nose.

And having to listen to all your lies,
is like having bleach
pored slowly into my eyes.

So no matter what,
I will say something
and I will not
under any circumstances
hold anything back,
regardless of what you say.

Don’t worry it won’t make a difference
if I’m standing in your face
and telling you off
or taking a pen and paper
and writing you off.

Because either way,
you needed to be told.

I would often ask myself
how many chances would it take
for me to see
or even comprehend
God’s unconditional love for me.

Even though I was trapped inside myself,
like a room with a thousand windows
and one door.

I felt that no matter what I did,
I could never escape.
But God didn’t give up on me.

He would constantly knock on my door
and it’s not that I didn’t want to let Him in.

But it was my pride and my selfishness
that kept me from answering the door.

But once I set my pride aside
and realize God was giving me chance
after chance to see His love,
to hear His love through His word
and to except His forgiveness.

I finally opened the door,
closed all the windows
and never looked back.

Now when faced with conflict,
I now turn to the cross
of unlimited second chances.

Before I met you,
my heart already knew you.

The moment our eyes met,
I knew right then
we were born for each other.

And everyday with you,
makes another piece of my dream come true.

So I’m no longer breathing to live,
but living to breathe.

I like fries with salt.
There good with burgers.
I think I ate too much.