Sometimes you are just not someone’s type. They might be attracted to you for a while, curious about you, interested in you, be entertained by you. But in the end they will betray you or leave you, because deep within their heart you are actually not their type or what they’re looking for.
And there are two types of them. Those that will tell you honestly up front. And those who won’t.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
How many people are you? I’m two. If you don’t see me through You won’t know who’s talking to you. Some people I see Are three Dealing with them you have to be Relating with all three Simultaneously. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
When it’s no longer yours It doesn’t hurt if someone else has it, It only hurts as long as it’s still yours And someone else has it. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
Go at your own pace Let no one hurry you Your life has deeper value Than just to be in a race. Frame your own narrative Own your own story Share your own memory Everybody’s is selective. Only you know Deep within your soul Your heart’s true goal You alone know. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
It’s not as easy as you think
Some bones heal in their broken position
Yes, they don’t hurt anymore
But they will never again make the same old motion
And you will never again feel the former emotion.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
If you died Right now Ask yourself What have you lied To yourself About. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
It doesn’t matter who broke your heart Or how badly they broke it. It doesn’t matter how much it hurt. When the new one comes, Love again. And love HARDER. Once you set off, don’t look back. Pain is not and is never our master. Joy and love lie always ahead - Fall forward. It is why we live With the fullness of our heart always to give. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
A.I. can only do
What has been done before
Only humans
Can do truly new things
Spirit, give me more –
New hearts beat on different strings.
Spirit, give me those things
That only human spirits can do.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
So many things ending in my life this month, as March ends. And so many things starting. Looking forward to April. Is my heart big enough to contain and bear it all? Yes, my heart is always big enough. And when it isn’t, it simply grows some more, grows again.
Aries, as ever, you end the old and bring the new. For me, to me, in me.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
We belong to God, Not to one another. Possessiveness is flawed, No one owns the other. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
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