To no one imparticular...

From the emotional twist things are left unsaid... N by the expectations fallin short feelings will wish they are dead... Why would u want me to play in such a suicidal way... Roulette fuckin around like luv is the way to go cuttin out names... Who's friend are u to land head first into passion when time hasn't told us a damn thing as of yet... Takin pics with ur eyes so the mental image of me holds u tight as ur all alone tucked away in bed... Where are u trapped within the tenderness given that calms the thought process of what it truly takes to evolve into mates... If like doesn't exist it will be me u hate... Who is it u seek that u think I might be... Tell me ur fantasy so I can adjust ur timin for u to breathe... Wasted moments wind up in the most fucked up state of minds rushed into a crisis... Chaotic responses tend to steal the purity of ur so called luv for it's the wait not so decisive... Down in the nitty gritty of knowin who in the fuck I am... Yeah I to wanna feel a set of hands that won't open new wounds if I can... Yet ur angle hasn't been thought out to grasp the attention u seek for I'm not who I think I could be... I'm jus me... In a nutshell in my own head tryin to fight off nails clawin new wounds on my six... I'm no blessing, saint nor am I a gift... I'm jus as fucked up as u are wantin to let shit be what it is... Lettin things play out so I too can feel my rib... Vibratin to the enjoyment of life on my way home... Exposed only to those who I find are as real as they come... Luv can never be if like can't have fun... All there'll ever be is walkin away as done...