I Write For Her

I write for the woman with lips stained from peppery whisky and a heart inked by lovers past.

The woman who feels every emotion in some deep crimson. Or blinding burgundy. Or neon pink.

I write for the woman who ran out of fucks to give because she traded them in for one shot at the chance to let her true self blast from that bubble at the bottom of her soul.

I write for the woman who knows he still has one fragment of her heart, that jagged and distorted fragment of her heart.

I write for the woman who sometimes stares into a pit of nostalgia and wonders what happened or what’s next.

I write for the woman who is not easy to love  – the woman whose embers burn the kind of men only accustomed to fighting someone’s fire and saving someone’s day.

I write for the woman who is a pile of complexities and a web of contradictions.

I write for the woman who lives for the belief that her dreams have the power to shake the ground, move mountains and split the Earth at its seams.

I write for the woman with a pile of clothes to be laundered but keeps jotting and scribbling  – the woman who is madly drunk in love with creativity.

I write for the woman who cried at 12:35 a.m. on the cold tiled floor and shouted to a God she didn’t know she could ever believe in.

I write for the woman who is rising from the ashes – building a shrine from her broken bits and making that place her home.

I write for the woman whose greatest currency is her mind. Her spirit.

I write for the woman who doesn’t care if her eyebrows are on fleek or her face is beat.

I write for the woman who doesn’t want to be seen, but begs to be heard.

I write for the woman who is a force to be reckoned with. I write for the woman who has let the story inside of her escape so that it can set the world ablaze.

I write for the woman who draws people in with that certain mystery, that energy that sends rays through a room without her ever saying a word.

I write for the woman strapped with words and armed with metaphors. I write for the woman who knows anything she says could build people up or blow them away.

The woman who is finishing this read with lips stained from peppery whisky and a heart inked by lovers past.

12 Comments

  1. Great piece Kye it speaks out loud for a lot of us women who cant say anything out loud but desire to be heard your words have wonderful flow and silent passion for the greatly unspoken keep up and keep writing on our behalf.

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