street vendor love

i’m just gonna stare

at you like a

street vendor selling

boiled peanuts,

mango slices,

folded hand fans,

lucky wristbands,

and poisonous cobra glands,

as you keep waving me off

but i’ll just keep standing

there,

dead stare,

look of

despair,

as if my life

and next meal

depends on

you buying my product

but instead of a purchase,

it’s

going out with me

that i really want…

and need.  

-JDR-

loving myself

Once I figured out

how to love myself,

I no longer needed

any. of. you.

Problem is now,

I’m alone

And

until I can find someone

to love me more than

I do,

I’ll be sharing my stories

with you

And

only you.

My. One.

My. Only.

My mirror.

-JDR-