Following my patience...

I think I'm all done here following my patience out to remember the other angle of the front door.
 Down with a life that struggles as all in is avoided n somehow once again redirectin me ignored.
 Shit happens is the only thing to believe in when u don't watch a friendly stranger covering the back.
 Another home reinvented with a new face in time from the hole that gashed luv so intact.
 Onward without a comfort that fell short of the importance standing level headed eye to eye.
 Jus sat to the side of what it takes to validate the presence holding on to the open mind.
 Yet on the steps gallop feet never return to the unjustified worth let loose by the aches spill.
 Coming fourth is the turning away with a lack of appreciation emptied n unfulfilled.
 All said n done is finished speaking as if overlooked by the relevance of my individuality.
 Going backwards with every motion in the right direction witness to a undesirable personality.
 Putting in n getting nothing outta a life that seemed to have the meanings of stability.
 Resting upon shoulders that cannot carry the weight due to an others in capability to join reality.
 It's jus the way it goes when u gotta move on to attempt to actually feel what's it's like to live.
 To discover a new life that awaits u willing to dig in n truly wanna do more than give.
 Sad but true along the lines of sucks n fuck you's that won't age going out dated.
 Simply destroying characters thrill of being in a sense, reimbursed as sighs are rotated.
 The line drawn has been pushed as the depths of the pockets are jus linings sown in place.
 As nothing that goes in ever stays to generate the good life's absent of a never existing trace.
 Unseen going under further review is the lack of, with a slap on the face as a dose of relativity.
 Resurfacing elsewhere so the need is not held down by emotions tug taken by gravity.
 Legs take stride pulsating the blood flow to get to the brains awakened state of mind.
 Jus letting go of what is not in self's best interest to embrace so corruption in it's find.
 Leaching on n depriving the arrival of truth so still before her eyes ever blinded by laziness.
 As defining a lifestyle has gone afloat here that jus did the reverse spinning away from happiness.
 Alone n solo bypassing what was thought that had brought two together to fight this world's ways.
 Together I'm on my own with the realization that no one gets the point as they all eventually go astray.
 Simply shoulda read the doormat on the way in that I thought was a joke beneath the feet.
 I coulda diluted the pain instead of denying myself with mumbles makin it hard to breathe.