This is an ode to Tamia's self-titled debut album, a body of work that ages like fine wine. I wrote and published this on my blog in 2018 at the teeny weeny age of 21, I thought I was so deep. LOL!
Tamia reminds me of:
the love i never had
the boys that broke my heart
especially the one i thought i couldn’t live without
the one i call when i’m emotional and soused
confident enough to tell him how much he means to me
and how much he hurt me
he stopped taking my calls and leaves my texts on read
i’m a little grateful
but very embarrassed
because how many tears have i shed?
for a love i never had
Tamia reminds me of
falling in love, deeply in love
well, of thinking i’m falling in love
of butterflies in my stomach
of teenage love affairs
stolen kisses on the street corner
making sure the neighbours don’t see us
Tamia reminds me of
missing my curfew
because none of us wanted to say goodbye
of staring into his eyes
and singing “I am so into you” in my head
Tamia reminds me of
thinking my love and affection could keep him
that if i pour all my love into his cup
maybe he will slowly pour into mine
not wanting to let go
hoping for a new start
drowning in my own tears
Tamia reminds me of
love. real love
unfiltered and pure
of my sister and how she’d play her songs back to back while i helped her clean
of car rides and banter
while we sing along and dissect each lyric
of heartache and going through it
knowing that she’ll always be there for me
even without knowing what i’m going through
Tamia reminds me of
comfortable silences
unspoken affirmations
reciprocal love
lazy Sunday afternoons
Tamia reminds me of
my sister, the person who introduced me to her music
the one who made me fall in love with rhythm and blues
Tamia reminds me of:
the love I never had
the boys that broke my heart
especially the one i thought i couldn’t live without
the one i call when i’m emotional and soused
confident enough to tell him how much he means to me
and how much he hurt me
he stopped taking my calls and leaves my texts on read
i’m a little grateful
but very embarrassed
because how many tears have i shed?
for a love i never had
Tamia reminds me of
falling in love, deeply in love
well, of thinking i’m falling in love
of butterflies in my stomach
of teenage love affairs
stolen kisses on the street corner
making sure the neighbours don’t see us
Tamia reminds me of
missing my curfew
because none of us wanted to say goodbye
of staring into his eyes
and singing “I am so into you” in my head
Tamia reminds me of
thinking my love and affection could keep him
that if i pour all my love into his cup
maybe he will slowly pour into mine
not wanting to let go
hoping for a new start
drowning in my own tears
Tamia reminds me of
love. real love
unfiltered and pure
of my sister and how she’d play her songs back to back while i helped her clean
of car rides and banter
while we sing along and dissect each lyric
of heartache and going through it
knowing that she’ll always be there for me
even without knowing what i’m going through
Tamia reminds me of
comfortable silences
unspoken affirmations
reciprocal love
lazy Sunday afternoons
Tamia reminds me of
my sister, the person who introduced me to her music
the one who made me fall in love with rhythm and blues
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