Poetry
I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my shit...
At times I feel compelled to write poetry. Hope you find something magical in my words.
I Love You
I want to tell you “I love you” but I don’t want to freak you out.
My love isn’t ordinary, I love in dimensions.
I love unconditional and I love everything about you.
Mentally, I’m there.
I love traveling the depths of your mind,
I love finding you in the depths of mine.
It’s physical too.
I love how you make me nervous and comfortable with the things you do.
Cause sometimes I really be in my head about you.
It’s an intimate love, the kind that makes my toes curl, you know.
And I love it when you see something and your smile grows.
It gets spiritual.
I love that I see you, and not for who I want you to be.
I see the divinity, It’s the God in you that I see.
I dont know what to do with this love. I dont know what happens next.
But I do know my soul is fed.
I’ve tasted the purest love i’ve ever crossed
a love with no strings attached, one no other love can match.
I crave you still, your conversation, the intensity, your essence.
But to have been able to experience it once, I have a lifetime of gratitude.
So, when I say “I love you,” just know it’s not elementary.
It’s love from the Universe, it’s energy, it’s alive, and I want to give it to you.
- Ivory Akeisha

Balance
It's not that I gave the wrong man my love.
I have plenty more to give.
It's not even that he didn't want it.
It's that I didn't realize
I was giving him some of the love
I needed to keep for myself.
The good thing about love
is that it never runs out.
I am overflowing in love.
Now.
I've found balance,
balancing on boundaries.
Tugging in a war between my mind and heart
between giving and not.
But I am overflowing in love, now.
So I have enough to give, now.
and even though he didn't want my love, then
didn't deter me from giving now.
- Ivory Akeisha

Im Sorry
I'm sorry I broke your heart all those years ago.
Karma is at my feet for what I did.
I'm not sorry because she's here,
I'm sorry because no one deserves those feels.
I didn't know then, heartache was physical.
I saw the tears but I was too cold to feel for you.
I did love you, in my own detached way, though.
And through the years I've been dealing myself a hand
of detached lovers and cold hearted feelings.
I know the pain of heartache.
So, To you,
I hope you've been given the love you was looking for, in me,
all those years ago.
And, To me,
I forgive you for doubting the depths of your love,
and give you permission to accept the love you deserve.
- Ivory Akeisha

Heartache
The most intimate story of heartache and healing.
I laid you on paper, wrote till my hand cramped,
detailed the fantasy in ink,
metaphored the betrayal,
crossed the Tea with lavender and sage.
I reread each word over and over again.
Until the words became only a memory.
To the day that once was ours, the memory has faded.
From heartachee to healing was the journey
and from healing to bliss is the reward
-Ivory Akeisha
