[POEM] ATTENTION WHORE

ATTENTION WHORE

I wanted to
Believe you
Weren’t the same
Typical
Attention whore
Playing games…
I looked past
All your flaws
Cause I don’t
Have a glass home
But clearly
No one
Ever taught you
How to love yourself
Or be a lady…
Maybe one day
You’ll find a clue
Or two
Maybe you won’t
Feel the need
To spread yourself
Like peanut butter
Among so many
Unworthy lovers…
Maybe one day
You’ll like
Yourself enough
To sit down and be
The woman you
Were meant to be…
Maybe one day
You will forgive me
For the shade
But understand
It came from a place
Of love
And I thank you
For showing me
Clearly
You aren’t my
True love…

Billie Simone © 2014

[HAIKU] PHONE ‘HO

PHONE ‘HO

One day you will look up
from your phone and I will be gone.
Respect my presence…

Billie Simone © 2014

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TO COURT OR NOT TO COURT

TO COURT OR NOT TO COURT
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To court or not to court, that is the question…

This is the definition of the word, COURT:

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People don’t court anymore. They say that’s “thirst” or being “thirsty”. And I say that’s some bullshit.

In my “youth” I courted my share of women. I remember getting my first credit card at a jewelry store for a gift for my first lover. She wanted a 18KT, diamond cut rope for Christmas. I had just met her the night before Thanksgiving, and here I was making life decisions for a woman I hadn’t even had sex with yet. What can I say? I was courting her.

It’s been many, many, many years since I honestly courted and pursued a woman. Its so easy to fall into a [lesbian] relationship, and/or a “situation” that turns into a relationship. Which is why I really intend to allow a woman to get to know me…ALL of me, before deciding if she wants to court me or be courted by me.

We are always our worst critic, and love disappointments are murder on our egos. And let’s be frank, it takes money, and/or one hell of an imagination to court properly. But again, these days little things are considered corny, and lame. Mixed cd’s, love letters, and promise rings, have been replaced with iPhones, tablets, Retro Air Jordan’s, and red bottoms. Yet still…this is viewed as “tricking”, “chasing”, or “sponsoring”.

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For someone “older”, and new to the single life…it’s a bit confusing. But make no mistake, if I’m “courting” you, I consider you wife material, and I ultimately intend to make you my wife. However, I’m not spending my bread to give or receive head. I am not a sugar mama, sponsor, or an option for a plane ticket to Atlanta. It’s hard out here for the good guy…I swear.

Anyhoo, as I stand in the middle of my crossroads, I contemplate courting…Her. I like her and I honestly feel she’s worthy. She is one of the most intriguing, talented, beautiful, guarded, women I have ever met. I find her quite appealing, and the more time we spend together, the more addicted I become. Her awkwardness and dysfunction excites me… I’m weird. *billie shrug

But what scares me the most about courting… The side effects: addiction to smiles, voices, smells, and tastes. may cause you to neglect yourself, bank account may decrease significantly, daily daydreaming, sexual thoughts that may require you to pack extra underwear, periodic moments of hurt feelings and misunderstandings, and the worst…no guarantees…

Billie Simone © 2014

[HAIKU] HOLLOW HEART

HOLLOW HEART

I would have loved you
Forever. But you thought she
could love you better…

Billie Simone © 2014

[POEM] WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?

WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?

We aren’t getting
Any younger
We both want
To be married
And mothers…
Both have had our
Share of quote-unquote
Friends and Lovers
Play Sistas and
Brothas
I am trying to avoid
Another heartache
Can’t take anymore
Disappearing acts…

What are we gonna do?

I keep having this
Conversation with myself
Over and over again…
Wondering when
I’ll be faced to make
The biggest decision of
My life…
Love you forever
Or let you fly
In the wind…
Let you fall in love
with Me
Only to hate me
In the end…

What am I going to do
If you stop believing in
Me…start cheating on me
And leave me
For something pathetic
And beneath you and me?

Baby…

I don’t want
Any repeats or sequels
From the past
Too busy…too preoccupied
To worry if
It will last
Don’t want to
Overthink
Self-sabotage
Or pass you by
But I can’t lie
I’m at a crossroads…
You and I both know
These ho’s…I mean
Women ain’t loyal…

I’m so terrified
Of being lied to
And played for
A fool…
But you crossed
My path…
For a reason…season…
Or lifetime
And I’m still
Trying to figure
Out why…

Billie Simone © 2014

[POEM] WOMEN

WOMEN

I love
Women…women…women
Women…
Women, I do adore
Come to da crib
Best believe I’ll have you
Tipsy and rolling weed
with your Panties falling on my floor…

Billie Simone © 2014

[POEM] DELICIOUS

DELICIOUS

So wet
So warm…
We fit like
Hand in glove
And I love when you
Pull my hair
When I’m down
There…
I swear…
She’s the best I ever
Had…
Mad I have to share
Her essence
With the fools in
Your past…

Hello. My name is Billie
And I’m addicted to that ass
Can’t resist your love
It will be never be enough
Woman I wish I could
Have you for breakfast
lunch…and dinner
Feel free to slide
And slither
All over my body
Rock me baby
Like my back ain’t got
No bone…
Make my face
Your happy home
And I promise
You…I will never
Leave you alone…
I won’t stray
Never dip…play games
Or put lips
On another…
I put that on
My mother…

So yes…please…Cum over…

Billie Simone © 2014