my favorite necklace.

I wear love everyday like it's the latest fashion.

It hangs around my neck like a ball and chain

weighing me down to the most minimal options ,

the most impossible situations , the lamest emotions ,

the secret pain.

but when i wear it , i feel a sense of pride and individuality

- a sense of welcoming compassion for everyone to see.

it's something that i wear to remind me of me.

something so small but special , so that the world will remember me

not as the girl from "bmore" with the long black hair

or the girl that used to mess with [insert your name here] haha.

but as the girl who was not afraid to parade love everyday

fearless of her feelings , fearless of the truth.

the one to always say what's real . . .

a walking dichotomy called tough love

the girl who is always willing to give her heart away

with a baby pink ribbon and a vibrant red heart.

diligent disrespect.

we live in a world where men can commit terrible crimes against females but they can never commit to a relationship. women are emotionally brutalized while their husbands receive the purple heart for saving a fallen stripper and lying her on her back. and he kisses her lips with lies and deceit without having any remorse while her eyes burn with fury and indescribable passion. she cries. and all of the guys laugh because they feel no pain and in their eyes the feelings of a woman mean as much as the feelings of a man. nothing.

we live in a world where we are taught to forgive and forget when we're constantly remembering. and we can't help but to remember. terrible experiences that create blood clots for women who only ask questions because they're curious, not because they don't have trust. jealousy does not constitute distrust, but for some reason men don't believe so they invest in lust.

maybe i should invest in lust.