go figure

It's a fairytale fed to Lil girls that I had gotten sucked in to as it called itself luv . Whod a thunk they truly have no fuckin idea of what they want.. I guess it wasn't so manly to pay the rent n one hand the groceries jus to make a single trip. N to top it off the emotion that carried every action musta made me look like a straight up bitch. Go figure. I jus might not be the answer claimed by tongues that have lied to squeezed triggers. Watching emotions die in mirrors visually reappears as me everytime. Seems a fella truly down for some grown azz shit isn't felt in life. Standin grounds n keepin it real musta jus been a bit to much. Jus willin to live n enjoy someone is a bitch called trust. As they all throw eyes my way unwillin to step to a man somewhat different. One willin to admit he's not innocent. For luv turned the tides in my mind as well. I've acted out to know keepin calm holds the key to an imaginary hell. At the bottom due to luv that chased away all that was good in my life. The creatures of the female gender has shown me how lonely the night skies are repeatin solo sighs. N all I want is for the shadows to throw me something new. As someone different steps from the silhouette that understands the simplicity of use. Wrapped in gold I've flung wadded papers away. Luv cannot be seen unless shown it can relate. As this is the reason y I'm in a single filed line up with those who fems say shall not be seek on out. Isn't that about the foulest shit sprung from a dried out mouth. So against not getting they're way I've become the enemy. N what they don't know is I'd do about anything not to leave...