(because i believe people can find courage to change)

someone recently said to me:
“that’s optimistic of you”
that if i’ve seen the best of anyone
i hold to it
despite their past,
their struggles to overcome themselves
beyond the ways
fear
shackles people to past pain
despite people’s inevitable
imperfection
or their fear of change itself
even when it’s for their own good
in spite of the ways that living
and loving this way
has burned me

like a phoenix from ashes
maybe I emerge from the rubble
an optimist
maybe i believe
someone
believes i can live to get 80
be loved as intensely as I love
forgive myself for the ways I fail
to change
be as perfect as I strive to be
find others
as optimistic as me.

i look
he look back
i look away
we see saw
eyes say what
mouths will not
he look again
we get caught
being absent
we stop caring
we be scurred
we re verb

then i call
he don’t answer
nigga’s busy
he black gypsy
need to be heard
he call back later
i stare at the number
being a hater
i pay back
don’t pick up
he wonderin’ now
if he messed up
we play these
silly games
we grow closer
we refrain
grown ass men
it’s absurd
and these three words
we reverb

we together
we a part
things sabotaged
before things start
needing one another
need our hearts
so they beat
our love sparks
and they flutter
sometimes hurt
and they wonder
why love lurks
left to right
bend and curve
dance like words
we re verb