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“With forever, I can be me. With forever, I can be free.”

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I remember when I started my blog in 2011. Fifteen years!!!!! Fifteen years have flown by, and it’s been a beautiful, worthwhile journey. I remember being in Los Angeles, and getting to a point where I couldn’t stand being there. There was a heaviness upon my shoulders back then that was sucking the life and joy out of me. Fast forward to now, I feel light enough to float in happiness. Home is where the heart is, and I’m truly at home. I’m where I’m meant to be. I published my poem Forever on July 30, 2011, when I knew I was definitely moving back to New York for good. I know nothing is forever. Forever with this poem means seizing time and making it mine. Forever means making the most out of the time one has. I wonder what my journey will look like in another fifteen years?

I love Forever

Because Forever pushes me forward.

Helps  me go where I need to go.

Helps  me soar when I need to  fly.

Forever is more than a friend.

Forever is like a savior

That has caught me upon falling.

Is the giver of a second chance.

Forever doesn’t care about mistakes

That I make, or even repeat.

With Forever, I can be me.

With Forever, I can be free.

Forever is like destiny I can hold

Right in my hand.

And upon opening them,

I unleash a world of possibilities.

Blockades of a dream are unheard of.

Forever will never allow it.

I feel like all I have is Forever

And I will not waste precious time.

Kissing You Goodbye

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I’m kissing you goodbye again.

I’m saying farewell to heartache.

Should have never came back to you again.

So I leave ‘cause my happiness is at stake.

Never really knew you could be so cold.

Blind sided, I let you cut me so deep.

Let your sunshine and ocean nights grab hold,

And in your strong arms I’d be rocked to sleep.

What a twisted web you spun around me,

Where your light blinded me like night stars.

Wandering through darkness and could not see.

Never really knowing just what we are.

And what we are is a love in the past.

A love that has long fizzled out with time.

A love that I realized would not last.

With hope filled eyes, wanted it to be mine.

So I came back to you with hope in heart.

You treated me like your bitch in waiting,

Like I’d always be around; you were smart.

Los Angeles, you proved you are failing.

Never will I let you hurt me again.

Never again will you make my eyes cry.

Never will change my life for you again.

No, there’s no need for us to ever try.

I’m kissing you goodbye again.

I’m saying farewell to heartache.

Sometimes we have to say a painful goodbye to someone or something, whether it be abusive family members, “friends”, or even a way of life. This poem isn’t about a person, as you’ve noticed with my other “love poems” that I’ve posted on my site. Here, I’m saying goodbye to an old life, to make way for one that’s new. For it to be nicknamed “The City of Angels,” Los Angeles has caused me nothing but the blues. Moving on and doing the right thing feels so good.