Saint Arcade

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Bae 🌻💕

A poem with no title, written while working 3rd shift • • • • • It was like Poetic Justice, cause see, my last love was an injustice, and smiling took too much energy that I just didn’t have anymore. But your cologne was an eclipse, your melanin, your mind, beautiful like ancient temples and deep like the tombs where our ancestors rested. Your beard held a magic, like it had been sculpted by Augusta Savage herself. You were art, you were the gallery, you were Jacob Lawrence, you were Basquiat, you felt good on my tongue like poetry by Langston Hughes, you were bold like Malcolm X, supreme like Clarence 13X, you do the math. So forgive me if I get a little nervous when you try to look into my eyes, it’s been a while since I’ve used my heart - Saint Arcade 🥀

What good is poetry if it is always pretty and beautifully draped in metaphors? Sometimes there’s no beautiful way to say “fuck you nigga” so I learned to just say it. I learned to be honest and vulnerable with the content that I seek to create - Saint Arcade 🥀

Just because I haven’t written in a while • • • • “Tonight, I deleted your number. I deleted 4 years of memories, moments and experiences. Tonight I jumped into shark infested waters other wise known as “moving on” and I backstroked through rose petals. Tonight I deleted your number, I stopped waiting for text messages at 2am that I knew would never come, I stopped praying for you, I stopped dreaming about you and reached up and grabbed all the wishes, I took all those wishes back and scrapped my hands up against a few stars, call it blood moon. Tonight I deleted your number and I have no idea what that actually means, but tonight I finally set you free to swim with the sharks too and I hope that they keep you company. P.S I left a little blood in the water for you my dear” - Saint Arcade 🥀

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