Strange Fruit (Inspired By Billie Holiday) Poem by nadara curtis

Every day I bare the lashes of your insecurities, and you continue to beat me down with more of your lies. My heart is ripping at the seams and pieces of our future are dripping from me slowly of the floor of memories. Nevertheless, the thought of you walking away from me makes me wish I could go blind. The thought of never touching you again makes me long to cut off my worthless limbs. I know our love has no guarantees, but should our love crumble in the shaky hands of doubt? How do I reassure you of a better tomorrow when you cannot even handle a rainy today? I am weary and eerie of your half-filled promises and your late night drive-by affection. Sleepless nights wrapped in the arms of cold loneliness. Then the mornings of masking tear stained eyes with heavy makeup and hollow lies. In your presence, something strange greets me, a scene of emptiness in places unseen. In body you are here with me but in mind and spirit your light years away. Baby I am scared of the part your heart that you conceal from me. Why do you pull me close and at the same time push me away? Why do you long for my love and then discard it? Your love is as exhausting as a never-ending rollercoaster filled with more downs then ups and more setbacks then forwards. I tire of your confusing love all the pain that comes with it. When you love me, I feel like I am in the arms of my angel and nothing bad could happen. Your love softly ushers me into the hands of self-destruction, your kisses whisper assurance, and your arms are portals to enchantment. Your loves kills me softly, like a song that easy and all the more uprooting to my weary soul.