Emotions don't land so soft...

Going ride or die one too many times.
Reality has captured the significance of ride to die within the mind.
Closing up shop in the middle of a decision.
Mature enough to know letting go is another incision.
The heart calls out to the pain for once to ease the fuck up.
Tryin to avoid it jus digging in to the pulses beaten thump.
Losing hope n fading like the best of them.
From diamonds to the rarest of the finest gems.
Only faces seem different in the rearrangement of leaning in.
As features resemble the same ol' outcome in patience spread thin.
Struggling to surface in the presence of the living.
Colliding under the surveillance half way met to rely on the giving.
Simmering on the back burner goin up in smoke evaporating low heat.
It's funny how they change being let down after u actually meet.
Jus past the fuzzy feeling of the new wearing out it's welcome eventually turned off.
Time finds it to be true that emotions don't land so soft.
As fighting in the bout that shouldn't havta be is a draw of selfish greed.
Lasting only brief enough to realize the course of a so called need.
Dragging the mind through the thick of the thin retracting statements.
Diving in to find what had captured the grin once again having bad judgement.
Loose lips lie laying silent avoiding the truths.
& it's almost as if passion is being colored by the bruises.
Sending a shockwave of hurt along the nerves.
Watching the end trying to sneak up on the comforts side of unheard.
As within the mind it knows the outcome of devotion.
Giving to much for what is received in motion.
Simply shutting down slowly is the surrender of what was felt.
& theirs no one that can mend what had no help.
There's only the question of deciding what to do.
When you have nothing left to give as intensions never once gave proof.
Stretched under the pressure jus before the snap.
 Time pulls on the tension of the breaks impact.
 Over n over yanked outta form on purpose.
 Luv finds its limits at the end of worthless.
Locked in a useless visual one never wanted to see as the other.
With the ripples in the eyes forcing out the defeat of a luv'r.
Forging a name stolen for what is and was said jus wasn't meant.
Enduring a moment when the still comes in the motionless breeze of bent.
It's time to please the pause of pleasure unable live with the chaos.
As life is a flat line stretched on the topside of a road to elsewhere where there jus isn't a loss.