huh.?.

fuck the missin stage of thinkin within a mindset of not bein able to be layin flush... those awkward moments feelin like u can't wait to get back to someone sucks... damn that part of relations tryin to start up... i don't wanna feel that clingin to pieces of me claimin it wants to be luv'd... i run from bein crushed.. it's jus not worth the rush always in need of that bs kickin around dust... even though it builds a lil somethin called trust... fuck layin alone at night not bein able to get to someone to far away feelin like the loneliness is rust... where's the plus.?. i'v felt that kinda simple minded goofiness for what it was... i ain't got it in me to open the gates jus to go without n become one with the wait goin numb... there's no way i can allow myself to go through the heart ache n lust... all over a lil bit of crumbs... playin with myself is easy the way i'm hung... i don't even havta breathe heavy n lose my wind escapin my lungs... so what's the fuss.?. sittin around holdin on to time listenin to the way the mouth can cuss... why tease self with the emptiness of such.?. when the night know not of how to be a crutch... always feelin the need in wantin a hug... as if lost walkin alone jus to keep intensions on the hush... it's a drag that comes in waves like gusts... i'd rather keep the feel of my own gut... tellin me to ride out n smoke a blunt... there's no point in goin over the shit mentally from dawn til dusk... what the fuck.!. i'd jus want the real thing in like pizza havin crust... the way the sky looks like it's been brushed... so huh.?. jus ssh, that other shit ain't no fuckin fun...