A Crack in Your Perfect Heart written by TRU Essence

All he wants to do is love me
He doesn't even fully know why
He doesn't even really know how
but he is willing to try

He will try to give his all
even the limited parts
he will try to make me happy
by the definition of what happiness seems to be
in his mind
his mind is beautiful
limited but beautiful

Shouldn't he be loved in return
for all his love he is willing to turn over to a stranger
his satisfaction in just a minuscule portion
of me would suffice
he would give me all he could
if only I would love him, just for today
maybe even tomorrow
he would love me forever

We talk and I try to get him to understand me
after a while, I realize I'm the one who does not comprehend
the simplicity of what we crave
what we have to offer
the simplicity of what really matters
I want to take my words back
my words are bitter to his sweet ears
they are challenging to his open heart
giving him reason after reason why I cannot be the one
some bogus
but mostly honest

He wants to feel me
He wants to fill me
He wants to keep me
He wants to be kept
I lie awake staring at the ceiling as text after text come through
pleading for a moment
a chance
an ounce of understanding
to give him a chance to prove he could love me

oh, how he could love me

tears fall as I know he will never clearly understand
this rejection
no one should feel this rejection
he pleads for another chance
He makes himself transparent
unfortunately, he still cannot understand my transparency

he apologizes
says "I'm sorry"
when there is no sin he has committed
only wants to love and to be loved in return
He wants me
maybe because I was the only heart that responded to his
maybe because my nature has brought me to many heartbreaks myself
maybe because we both desire the same thing
I'm just too much of a coward to confess it
I see his need and it rivals my own
only for someone else

he can't articulate his pain so words come forth
in random order
placing me at his feet
placing me in his shoes
hard to understand
hard to follow
hard to understand why I can't understand

I begin to apologize
I say "I'm sorry"
or maybe it's a confession
I am sorry
I have sinned many times over
never truly finding redemption

I sit on the floor in a dark corner of my room
watching my phone light up
his pleas come through
one message at a time

I sob
because I never should have said "Hello"


and now I feel like shit

Holding My Breath

Holding My Breath
by TRU Essence

I whispered the secret of love and life in her ear
but the volume of life happening around her was too loud
we poured into each other the kind of energy that takes a blow yet gets stronger
kinetic like, without ceasing
I couldn't convince her, without words, that love took shape and turned into something unexpected

She wouldn't have believed me
She didn't want to believe me
we, as in her and me,
we, as in the existence, us all
we are selfish to love like we do
I am selfish to love like I do
always hoping that I am loved in return
and always find disappointment because that love is never returned
it's my own fault to love the way I do
to want love the way I do
so undeserving
are we ever deserving of the love that we receive
if received
how arrogant of me to think love is deserved
No great deeds have I done to be graced with something
so deeply saturated with the joy and desire of melting calm
falling backward into comfort wrapped arms
a life of turmoil for a moment
just a moment to be selfish enough to want to be loved
just a moment to be arrogant enough to expect to be loved
just a moment to be disappointed enough to know that love has lost my address
I'm falling backward but no one is there
I
I
I
How selfish of me to want to love her just to feel love in return
how arrogant of me to think I'm due what I truly desire
to see her face to face and know that in her eyes, I swam
in her heart, I bathed
In her mind, I roamed
In her life, I stood
awaiting instructions
how foolish is it for me to love her
knowing  that not knowing would destroy me
but still

Banjo Baby Days

Banjo Baby Days

Another poem by TRU Essence

Plucked against the wishes of yesterday’s expectations

Life heads in a direction all its own

We hear random sounds in the distance that resemble the strumming of a favorite tune

Forever resonating beyond the forests filled with numbered memories

Soon to be forgotten

With hands in our cotton-lined pockets

We stroll down the streets where the souls of yesterday rest on the branches of the new developments

Looking over us

Looking out for us

Looking into us

Seeing the things we keep from everyone else

But they see

They see it all

They see the smile on the faces of those of us who hear the familiar melody being strummed perfectly

to the beat of our footsteps and we smile

And they smile

And we all slowly fade away

For What It's Worth

For What it's Worth
Another poem by Tru Essence

For what it's worth I tried to care
I wanted to care
I held care closer than a heartbeat some days
Slow motion laughter accompanied a caress of love
The way we spoke of love without saying words
The way we made life feel amazing amidst our individual and collective struggles
Your struggle was mine and mine yours

It was different 
We were different
Who was I with you
A girl made of glass
Sometimes smudged
Sometimes too fragile to handle 
Yet withstood torrential downpours threatening my structure

I, she, we still stood
We were different

For what it's worth
Love never completely leaves
Love prioritizes my needs
Love chooses me when no one else does
Love is not selfish but refuses to let me self-destruct
It is the cause and cure of every ache my soul has endured

Children can wipe away tears before they fall
We never quite returned to that understanding
"I don't want to see you hurt"
A child that consoles knows more secrets to life than the old and the foolish

We cradled hope in shared thoughts until one day one of us let go
Maybe both
Maybe love was
Maybe love won't again
But for what it's worth
I wanted to care
I held care closer than a heartbeat some days
Until there was no rhythm left to hear

Unrequited - Part II (Dreaming by Day)

Unrequited - Part II (Dreaming by Day)
Written by the same as the Part I



I dream of her
awake
I see, in the distance, a silhouette of perfection
drawing closer to see the truth of my desire
love is nice
desire is lovely
obsession is bondage
she holds me captive from a distance
from a distance, I can feel her turn away
and pretend not to see me
pretend not to hear me
pretend not to know me
she pulls me apart at the seams for her pleasure
she is amused that I care
she is amused that I dare think of her

I think of her

I realize that each thought weakens me
my strength lies in not knowing her
not thinking
not feeling
not wanting
my strength lies in my ability to disappear
so I will disappear
only that she may find me from a distance
unintentionally

Unrequited - Part I (Unrequited Love)

Unrequited - Part I
(Unrequited Love)
Written by TRU Essence

she popped into my head
I don't want to think about her
but she's there
raven hair, deep eyes and peach lips as soft and shimmering as the sunlight dancing upon the ripples of deep water
taking up space in my thoughts
space reserved for holding the secret of the universe
the space reserved for love and love reciprocated
she just strolls in and without a word, commands my attention
I should feel, I don't know
joy?
happiness?
desire, maybe?
but, alas, I feel rejection,
fear, shame and, to some extent, chastened

what did I do wrong, other than be myself?
am I wrong?
not in deed or speech; thoughts or feelings
but am I wrong for being myself?
the me that I think I am or the me that I think I want to be
the taste of rejection is bitter, no sweet
I cringe to think my thoughts became audible

now she knows
she knows what has been hidden for so long and
it has been dismissed as folly
she walked away with my soul and never turned around
to see me fall to the ground

At some point the pain has to end.