The picky petty list...

Family oriented would help if relations were to pop off...

Yet don't go to hard at first n please don't be too soft...

There's a few things as I to was goofin around n made a list...

Like, don't use words like bae _igga boo boss bitch or any other teenaged slang bs...

I need a woman not a cold to irritate me...

I'm jus bein honest if u jus wanna be...

A non smoker would be great...

Ashtrays isn't a scent I wanna gain...

N a trimmed kitty is vital to the pleasure u will get...

I personally don't wanna hack up fur balls nor remove ur laziness from my lips...

As I add a sense of humor...

It'll open me up sooner...

N bein musically versatile is a comfort I can relay to...

That narrow minded nutshell shit can't catch a groove...

No addicts...

N I repeat, no addicts...

U gotta know luv is selfish...

Bcuz whether it's good or bad it'll make u feel helpless...

As that alone brings forth two different types of rush...

Like over luv...

Mental stability...

Versatility.!.

N u can't be over emotional...

That tear jerking shit will make ur presence reversible...

If u have trust issues u can keep on stepping...

Not playing, nowhere near u is my head with resting...

U see, playful would be nice af...

I like to touch...

As an individual jus come with it or leave me alone...

I like corky but damn, can u act grown.?.

N do u work.?.

I need to know so my we ends ain't the only ones eventually put to worth...

N as for the screaming n yelling, to the curb...

I don't mean to be ride but that loud as nonsense doesn't need to be heard...

Asccasional drinking I'm good with...

Jus remember it is a drug to...

Ganja is acceptable...

Even makes times entertainable...

Crazy is not allowed in my life...

Ur not truly insane so shit the fuck up n pass me the fuck on by...

Immaturities will get u side stepped...

N no I'm not ur pet...

Talk n do not argue...

I won't even acknowledge the simplicity of a conversation that cannot time down to communicate with use...

Do not bring drama in to my life.!.

They is no reason to why I should give in to the side effects of pathetic minds...

Jus capable of conversation...

Instruction manuals I don't have so it's not optional...

N as for the Queen B, it is not attractive...

You'll lose my attachment...

N listen to me as I tell u the past is the past, Go live with ur ex...

Since u cannot let go, follow ur broken azzz attitude on to the next.!.

Affectionate.?.

Yes, n I prefer to be passionate...

As it be nice to have someone to match my creativity...

One who lives in the state of mind where we all have a life to live n realized it simultaneously...

My friends are my friends...

Or bye bye, u found the end...

Willingness...

That equals happiness...

Compatible...

Don't be irrational...

Free thinking is beautiful...

Twisted is a plus as ur true self is ...

N it's ok to fuckin cuss...

Tight azzez I cannot understand so feel even the lusts...

Don't over think shit...

Breathe n release it...

Jus be real...

Feel!!!

Want what ur willing to give, nothing more...

U could wind up in either side of the door...

As every aspect of friends coming together is a two way street...

Half way is where I wanna meet...

If u forget I'm ur friend, I'm gone...

So long...

Heal yourself before relations begin...

Know who u are within...

Luv yourself...

Try to live without anyone help...

No snobs or ghetto minded thot delinquents...

If so thoughts of u will not get to thinkin...

Simply open all the way up n live for once...

It's called luv!!!

With someone who never wants to turn n leave...

With that twinkle in the eye that speaks...

Truths in actions know words have no depths...

As comforts come in times way of reps...

Don't try me bcuz I will fail on purpose n then tell u to get the fuck away from me...

Please don't try me...

Decide what it is u want...

No one else is at fault but ur own choices as such...

Be a true friend even in hard times...

N oh yeah, I'm mine...

As I ain't in to erasing any more memories...

Only snakes get to slithering...

No kids under 15 bcuz I only have a year left...

N I've done my best...

U are who u surround yourself with n it is a deal breaker...

Are u giver or a taker...

I need the balance of both for my heart to melt...

Can't have the stereotypical drift about yourself...

N how are u about cleanliness bcuz I cannot do a slob...

But lemme stop...

I ain't picky but damn.!.

This is me as a man...

Also, are u truly capable of luv.?.

Or have u had enough.?.

Moving on...

There's something a lil different the way life smooths out without feeling a woman around... Strange yet peaceful if that me she's any sense to the mindset we've been trained to collaborate with at if self has been found... Sad thoughts cross the mind when thinking of how I do better in my own... As others say I jus got ahold of all the won't ones that want for no one but themselves for their imaginary crowns where tilted upon their thrones... Absent minded is what I call them as attitudes are attached to pretty faces due no fuckin reason other than their own past they cannot let go of... Then turn with a cheek n wanna claim a raw emotion they refuse to use properly as luv... So I sit n do me wantin to reach out but hold out due to the all say the exact same thing... N every fuckin time it's always back to the basics that fall from their fingertips expecting more than what they put in but not wanting to be a fling... I don't sling meat no more n I could use a lil woman to make my day... N it's not that I fear relations coming on as they only seen to wanna play... N in return it makes me seen as if I'm in some bs as I've had to correct a few in the last couple yrs in their negativity I do not find attractive... Goin around acting like the same ol same unable to balance themselves out as if a child needing told what to do so their can be interactions... Though I try not to have at them bcuz I could very easily break then the fuck form on who they truly are... Yet, there's no point in letting social bs get to me or even get that far... N all I wanna know is wheres the individually of strong away from the malarkey to plant a foundation that can thrive.?. I sent goin in reverse as what's happened is behind me n I have to need in any more wasted time... Fuckin around with a water downed passion had no flavor to enjoy drippin from in between their legs... It's jus sex if their head have ain't on point knowin what it takes to not make a real man beg... That shits for the birds as that fly from the fists that need not be squeezed... All in all I jus wanna live drama free...

Damn near ready...

Another step closer puts me on the line... Giving up the goods as emotion gets intertwined... Goin down in relations hoping to never come up... Crossing over to become comforts reason mingled with the feel that tingles with touch of luv... Guards fallin n I can listen to the hinges creek... Opening for the texture of my heart to be felt as I breathe... Damn near ready I crave the way bodies slide... Lips play fighting as passion doesn't wanna hide... With every inch gained depths trust a face will be chosen wisely... All in the motion of self confiding nicely... Sex rolling from the moans as there's a friendship waiting to be had... Diggin in to the reassessment that rearranges the mind doin the math... It's the dive the gives the sploosh that accepts the gesture allowed to move... Tasting a fresh more delicious name gettin it in in the middle of a rhytmic groove... Times unraveling the patience as the ticks are counting like a new yrs eve celebration... I'm damn near ready to commit to convo without hesitation... Jus to cling to the umpfh pressed upon my skin snuggled up... Feeling the flow of the rush it takes to know the moment shared is held flush... Jus gotta let em in n try on the tenderness that brings joy to life... But who is it that understands there must be a like.?.

the guarantee of relations...

i'm not done so why is luv dangling off my tongue.?. dripping with the emotion overflowing from the rush... tides  have come n eased back out as i sit alone.... wondering as they wander why their hearts roam... afraid to be touched with worth's gentle motion... opening others up to leave expectations to miss the vibe of their potion... doubt settles in words scrapped from the display that runs... addicted to their crazy legs spinning n creating dust... gone is the feel of free in a different sense hiding behind walls... n there's so much to give that rests here in the empty pause... i'm not feeling the abandonment as i jus ain't built that way... yet it's a way of life unable to repeat someones name... falling behind closed doors i wanna give up the goods.... following eyes that have no individuality looking at me like a piece of driftwood... not knowing how deep passion hides beneath the surface... for the right one's hands are gonna be full as feathers are a pleasure that rearranges the face... i dream of better days hoping they take a new direction from what i've known... taking interest in others more mentally grown... the void of not being able to touch someones desires as i reach for them is for the birds... the catch n release is not a sport here... there's true emotion spent every time they let go of the wheel... so it's back to the visual display that claims the same ol shit... why is it everyone plays in the shallows of a kiss... going under with the disaster that breaks the mind... moving to fast to even get to know the inner makings of someones life... as i wait for a voice to stick are in the air waves to be heard... my patience is holding on to a new way where it's not jus a physical twerk... for it's ashes to ashes as the jus can't see it playing out... jus going on with the good times as long as they last... no caring of the repeated patterns of their own past... as it's always something taken away... right in the middle of feeling someone who hides the pain... it's a loss to watch them back away from what they'll never know... forgetting who gives what as differences have been made so luv can grow... nah, i'm not finished nor am i washed up... it's jus gonna take a different kind to gain my trust... i refuse to sleep alone with a new memory to haunt my dreams... attachments suck n wants know the importance of needs... the blues cannot have me for i've dug for me under the rubble of the fall... revived my own n stood back up as a man so i can personally get used to the texture of skins awe... learning jus one more thing n that is to have the guarantee of relations that finds  me... i'm far from the point of giving up on my chuckle as the next one i don't wanna see leave... goodbyes are forever as i jus wanna go home a lil later... handling business so personal expression can live without another great debater... why is it everyone seems to be looking for an image embedded in their heads.?. knowing it was placed there due to luv'rs that left the bed... what does a silhouette have on me when i'm in the flesh... human with a stare for jus one to come along n reason with the way life jus tends to be so unfair giving bests... breathless awaits as time will wrap devotion in smiles speaking of the sacred remarks... feeling the vibe of the hearts spark arch... as i ask when n where can the finding take place for i am shameless... in their world i wanna become famous... i'm done with adding rungs to a ladder i can not climb... i want mine.!. so i to can do more than admit i'm not like most... tinging a toast...

jus past the attraction...

Lemme in so I can find out who u are... So I know without asking the curve of ur heart... I wanna see u in true form... I'm curious of what's been there expressions worn... What is it that'll make u wanna adjust.?. Goin from zero to opened the fuck up... I'm interested in watching u love right before my eyes... Not jus stuck to my thoughts as if lusts play with my mind... I'd like to witness the visual affect move in real time... Here in the moment on life... Yeah, I wonder what kinda friend you'd be... N the way if u found that spark to wanna touch me... As I hear u tell me what u like... For it be in me to teeter due to I to wanna shine... Unlock the door n offer me in... This could very well be a win win... Finding the same intent down to the nitty gritty explored... Chuckling like, we scored... Who is it I see before me standing there way u do.?. Bcuz from where I'm sitting I enjoy the way u move... I wanna skip in n feel u from the inside out... To reason with ur emotion that never makes a sound... Listening to the way u flow patiently wanting to hey to me wiping the drool from my lip... When can I be face to face with u sharing a kiss.?. Showing truths of it is u I cling to... Who is it I see shaking e feel of being spooked.? Jus past the attraction is where the fun begins... Down to the very scent...

It does exist...

It's hard for me to fall in luv... Yet I've luv'd twice n an other I feel beneath her touch... as depths have only been walked through one single time... N it left me with a pinpoint crave if what it is I need in my life... For the feel of it gave more meaning to the heart as relations went all in... It was the greatest feeling that woke up the transformation of my best in grin... Coming outta nowhere it proved to me it does exist... I've jus yet to allow anyone close enough to hear ilu released from my lips... For when it comes it's design will have no flaws... Some special lil woman will have my all... As I've had more than my share I do admit... I'm jus waiting on time to give to me what I fiend for in a kiss... The wrapping of motion isn't for the faint of hearts... It's more along the lines of a work of art...nsetb on distillery for jus one individual to take notice... I have luv'd with an emotion so raw it was like hocus pocus... I focused on the person within to get to know get inside n out... So I know for sure I have it in me to get down... As I'm not rein to relate what was to what will be... My expressions jus qualify me as the type that will never leave...

Tickled pink...

Jus to be good to someone... To show them a different kinda fun... As smile rise to the peaks... N the laughter makes it hard to breathe... Feeling a sense of humor without all the additives... Flushing away prior moments somewhat like taking laxatives... Jus two people moving to the chuckles that vibe... As thoughts get creative that somehow cannot seem to hide... With pure enjoyment cutting loose... Yet in a different form that will never use a noose... Living for each moment collected in the memories keep... Everyday to be remembered as wants find their need... Acting goofy n laying still... In luv with the way times found a thrill... One like no other that touches to goochie... Never once ever making it through a movie... Releasing the passion that trusts without a doubt... Listening with belief of what comes from the mouth... To entertain a friend as life goes on... As total comfort can't help but to want more...

The friend I had...

She did everything in her power to get me hate her... Yet I knew it was the drugs that had her as there was nothing I could do to save her... In her own way she tried to protect me by taking away a dreams that become a reality... As it played out that the need of her was felt beyond the feel of

sweeping her of her feet... As somehow she didn't believe me as hey on emotion found a friendship on the other end of devotion... Trying to help me move on the only way deliberation could find to relate to the humiliation... A friend's she was too the end even though our time together was spent... As I look back at this world now with an the indent of who's could be the next resident... One who moved in with the sway in which touches me that way luv wanted to stay... I've felt it once as names have changed as things never had a chance to remain the same... N as I sit n stare at who here can care that fuckin much to make me wanna bare myself to become a pair... I wait on the feel I crave that's been spared by a luv'r that purposely didn't play fair...

all or nothing...

nothin will ever compare so don't make this hard... either luv me or let me go so my heart can heal from the turn of ur own bars... enslaved to u as emotion fiends for the moments to touch u coming to life... should i feel fortunate or is it time u tell me ur letting me go as u found another way to express ur sighs... don't help me hurt any longer than i need to... i've done enough of the under achievements n jus wanna feel alive without the lies on the loose... do u luv me or has relations found friends aren't what they were.?. u can tell me if we are what u claimed once upon a time ago as it was for i u had worth... jus say my name the way u mean to say it... n i'll know if u cannot open up n release me like an adult that needs to get on with that bs... i'm one person that's fallen for u who needs to know what we are here today... turn to me n show me ur face... so i can witness for myself the way u see me looking back at ur reality... i don't need to be a dream tucked into the eyes located in the tears of a mirrors lean... my world is waiting to resume the outcome so i truly wanna know where i stand in ur way... are u gonna run  in to me or through me as i stand still awaiting luv's fame...

tripping over the lines...

permanent is unknown to the tissue that holds the emotion in the heart... feeling goodbyes as often as interaction finds a so called friend that darts... leaving a trail of dust to get lost in... all in the middle of the moment jus trying to live... temporary devotion deprives the sounds of tones locked in the head the trigger the facts... hanging the neck on a limb so far fetched time exposes the dangle to the rain... twiddling new names that bring forth the pain that define their loss as nothing to gain... salvation is outlined by the power of the neglect... as luv in its own comes to terms with there's no need to invest... what should be will end up in the knowing of truths as the clock spins with expressions that cannot hide... rolling as if thunder growling to what's been deprived... stolen days upon years are the trophy like notches keeping scores as immaturities show their faces... tripping over the lines drawn coming full circle to being unable to feel the heart competing in the races... chasing the resistance of luv in others who no nothing of what it takes to become something better... saddened is the emptiness of the guard on the perimeter... with no chance of certainties that fall short of the gift that changes its mind... riddling it with the blank stares taking trying to figure out the riddles find...

no way possible...

there's no way to mute the voices sayin ilu that neva meant what they said... it'll haunt the hearts feel as the mind rolls over on moments that seem to be unspent... lost to the makin of mornings still intact awakening the calm of the truce... bringing to life the realization that luv cannot be forced to open up to the woos... echos search for the tenderness that hide the depths left behind... as the memory strikes up old moments that were unable to pull through time... n turning down the volume only turns up the feeling of the loss fighting the stillness of emotion settling on a different kinda vibe... caught to distract so relations can be dismissed somehow on the other side of the eyes... livin with the refusal of keepin the nights under a flame lit... somehow thoughts remind the sensitivity of opening up that the fade does indeed exist... there's a possibility that even though old luv'rs will be missed there's no way to exterminate the embedded pain they stole the joy in the rib... as layin in the dark the silence can hear them repeat how much u meant to them once upon a time ago... knowing you'll never go back to a friend that forgot who self is as home found a fold... feelin the book end chapter after chapter the wonder wanders back to the present as there's no one waiting to be felt... one cannot shut off what once was as misfortunes are dealt...

like over luv...

Like me don't luv me due the selfishness of the difference... To luv is to enjoy the way an other makes us feel within by having them around... Making us wanna do for them... Yet, take them away with the emotion n everything changes... As to like them there's a friendship... Whether we stand next to someone or miles away there's still a mutual relation... Luv is selfish... I'd rather be liked so I know it's my best interest in ur head instead of outburst of the broken or want of the feel of the heart lookin after the way self gets wrapped up deep in passion... It can be good or bad as it depends on the mindset of maturity of who we're dealing with... Without like there's no way to truly luv someone as if it were flipped if u like them u can learn to luv them... N this is the problem as people do not wanna try to get to know someone before the leash relations to the desires in which we should already know how to maintain on our own...

depths of deception...

i'm afraid to feel the pain... the betrayal of another friend yet again... i've felt it a few times over as one in particular face did me in... as i healed to redefine reason of what i will allow to shape my grin... as the heart is dedicated to the refusal of pretenders trying to own what isn't for sale... fucking emotion went haywire once upon a time ago n left me accusing self of becoming a foe with a few corrected tales... reasoning with the mirror that hurt more than any other could linger beyond the eyes could ever see... depths found the color of rain as clear as the tone that now speaks the truth of situations reaching for needs... as i am scared to let the wrong one in past the gate swinging on rusted hinges... knowing the outcome could cripple the feel to rebound from the char if ever began to singe... living on the run of being petrified to the touch i've ran a marathon multiple times inside my own fucking mind... tempting convo to step up so mindsets can give chase to my hearts life... n no bottle ever had the flavor to recue me from any type of notions gone with the wind... i'm jus different n i'm confronting the feels of explorations that round out to smell the stench... as pouring out the passion clings to the desires not interested in the twist that defeats the friend beneath the armors repellant... fighting off the halfhearted tremors caught up in the vibe of passing a lil time before the getting on releases relations attachments... i fear the typical ones that hide as if chameleons in the patterns until done with the texture in its own... failing to resemble the affects before the scorn effects of being full fucking grown... as i cannot lie as it's life on the line... i don;t wanna waste anymore time on those who find it funny to live as a part time dive...

fall down...

break the fuck down n open up... give to me the way u know luv is willin to go the distance holdin on to trust... quit with the bs that lingers from ur past lookin into my direction... time waits for no reason to give  lips words to resist  affection... come down from the fuckin cloud that helps u keep me beneath ur thumbs pinpoint press... don't hold me down as if you've forgotten how to feel somethin real lookin into the depths of ur eyes with interest... there's no excuse unless ur that fuckin scared of ur own emotion wantin to come out n play... stop actin like u have been tamed by ur pasts gatherin of self righteousness unwillin to enjoy the act of cat n mouse game... give to me as u fall down to me from the sky ur head lives in... i insist u drop worth into my arms awaitin the texture of ur own sensitivities appreciation to come from within... peel a layer away to show the raw creation wantin to express what's been shoved down below... i'm down to chip in to the crave so stability can find the medium we seek to go with the flow... don't punk out n resume to dog the thought of a real one willin to give a gift to u... with me sway as we get to the movin of comfort of our own lil groove...

the special ones...

it's knowin what ur attracted to... n the type that tingles in the deepest most sacred places to be put to use... findin it's so fuckin hard to come by as eyes watch passerbys keep it movin without that fuckin spark... it's the wait of a face with patience that'll change everything that tends to stall out in the heart... thinkin do they even exist.?. it's the feel of fallin in to what clicks... saved by a certain kinda tenderness that jus flips a switch... as passion finds u lookin for it with a smile to share its kiss... it's an untold permission the relates to desires connected through a stare... as eyes meet n count how many times blinks steel visions so unfair... there's a rareness for the mind that clings to thoughts holdin out for the right one u jus cannot resist... wantin the need to chase lips to tell them how muched they've been missed... openin the gates to a different reason that charms the tickle expressed... feelin them upon the tips of fingers through a sensual well enjoyed caress... havin a friend that comes unlike others that consume without tryin is a resourceful happiness that lingers in the mood... as bein picky isn't the attempt that rectifies the truths...

lusts in luv...

shades fallin so the neighbors can't see what crazy looks like... as sounds run up the walls, climbin n runnin away with life... turned on in the worst fuckin way... playin with the chatter of tones tha change to play with one an other's name... needin the luv expressed through passion to come the fuck to life... as bein shy stepped aside to allow true intent to be shown behind the blinds... with the windows open for the world to know who in the fuck claims who... callin out who's is it as bodies slip with the sweat as they move... dirty lil secrets taste the tongue in a bit of roll reversal jus to switch some shit up... fuckin around with desires meetin fantasies on the run of dreams owning up to luv... physical attractions grippin n grabbin as the flippin digs in... ropin the ride as bent over gets to pushin deeper than distasteful lips... find kisses roam the flesh breakin free from the nibbles licked... emptyin the hormones in a lustful state of sexual intent... havin no limits to pleasure as the sippin rips clothes to get to the hidden treasure wantin to be felt... slappin n chokin the resistance in a playful lil game of never sayin no to self... from the bed to wherever the trail of moans wind up on the outcome of the rush... twisted n lost in the moment where the connection knows the reason of the feel of layin flush...

can someone help me.?.

someone help me... make me believe... i'm feelin the ends of emotions collect my thoughts... n i'm losin the fight as i'm comin away from this pause... seems feelin alive is takin on a new feel.. n free doesn't wanna surrender to relations healed... somebody tell me what it is i've forgotten how i've gotten here from my past... i cannot remember the tingle of passion without the fake smiles attached... n i look up hoping to cater to the expressions given as i'm finding it hard to go along with what is to come... please explain to me why it is i wanna jus take off n run... as keeping it real is the bottom line i can't help but to taste upon words that are released to the honesty of who it is i am... somehow get through to me as to why i have blocked out the correspondence of a hand wantin to get to the touch in which they land... remind me of the reason i need to open up n change the way i feel when i've found comfort in ridin solo... it's not like i don't know how to allow luv to freely be as it's importance has escaped me as no mo... n i've been thinkin of lettin someone in so have a person to spend a few memories with but i don't wanna do it jus so i to don't feel alone... i jus cannot depict for the life of me who to or why i should give in to a stranger i do not know... it's not that i've misplaced the man in me... i jus can't find the door within that unlocks the will to accept an other's ways that jus might not make sense to the way i live outside of dreams... i see how others are n the bs in which how the act n i don't find it attractive... as i am seriously not tryin to be proactive... i'm jus searchin for the border line that i crossed to get to where it is i sit... n i remember how devotion is so shortly lived... what is it that reassures time that the face on display day in n day out will remain the same.?. when i can't come to repeat a single fuckin name...

Jus know...

If it comes down to me having to go... Jus know I've given u more than most... As the end is forced knowing I never wanted to roll out... I'll enjoy the torn emotion so i won't come back around... If my worth isn't more to u than feeling u want me.. Like ur better off with a different outcome as life plays out for ur dreams... Mad i could never be due to the circumstances of my own worth put in to play before u ever came along... I don't need to be a part of what u have goin on all though it be nice to feel special as relations is prolonged... Yet bothered I'd remain for a while as close is an attachment but I'll be jus fine... With a lil time my mind will get used to another face when the heart feels the moment is right... So if i must, if u may turn me away... I'm still alive to find a more meaningful way... Having memories cut short is others that come to life... I don't think u understand it's u I'd luv to have as that same motion within can redefine the terms n conditions that rectify the stare in my eyes... If it's not u I peep come morning... If I wind up sleeping alone as briefly the drip of u gets to pouring... I'll get on with it n get on with what u want to witness... I'm not gonna flip script n hate u for living the way u feel u need to as the separation is not a sickness... Jus know me well enough to believe it's not me that makes u or doesn't keep u happy... Bcuz I to jus simply wanna be able to breathe...

On the bounce...

Transferring emotion from one to the next... Never having to be alone n feeling kisses upon the neck... Dragging those bitterly sweet feels into the life of an other... Luv shows how selfish it can be jus wanting a luv'r... Taking left overs from a prior chapter n applying it to the same words n feels as a new version of the exact story... Never allowing the healing process to take place as if it's not on to accept the mourning... A loss is a loss as character chatters on about how there's no effect of the heart... Lies consume relations telling tales of innocence refusing to admit emotions have been chard... N it's the eyes once someone else slips into view that becomes the sponge of what should've been left behind... Yet none of this to the shallowness of expressons own up to their own minds...

transition...

it's a strange place to be... knowing a life u wanted so badly has transformed... as the feel of movement changes the course of the mind... taking the feel of worth away from depths being happy in true form... leaving the figuring to play out of where in the fuck is home.?. it's far from an easy emotion when the heart is set on a face that brings so much fucking joy... as goodbyes are the flip of the switch closing off one reality for the next... finding the linger in the attempt to create new relations as the knowing of what self wants simply isn't jus another toy... flings find brief comfort in others catering to the feel of wanting to be the luv that never wanted to stay... n it's the definition of the play that resembles thoughts of what touched the emotion in ways life jus will never be the same... that is not until something similar in its own way comes along to fulfill the passion once lived... finding names aren't afraid to be felt upon the lips that share the same common interest as luv is to be gained... it's when truths are truly felt is when getting comfy in another set of arms dig in to dreams... as at times things change n voices switch tones in the way sound transforms like the wind blowing on by... jus to reconsider a different way of life so the core can live without the sorrow of the perfect end... to truly luv is to honestly give it worth n get on with life...

the tenderness...

bad timing n outside resources can end what has the potential for strangers to tango with the emotional ways of luv... finding those who surround a situation has an impact on the mindset as being ready is equally equivalent to the purpose in the tenderness of being touched... the battle is on as wars rage in the middle of passions desire to create the ultimate movement in between two luv'rs as if an art coming to life... reaching for a lil place called home to cling to true worth in every sense of who is who n face to face with a word like like... ready is a must to get on without the single phase that corrects the frustration with others jus wanting to believe in the time it takes to close the space that brings two individuals... it's a mature thing to locate what will destroy all the right reasons as the  attachments gather feelings in the hearts calling of the wait for patience finds the principle... it's the moment that claims the feel of the drift to invite the presence of a friend in as doors close to get to know the person in which comes in their own form... as even family can come to the terms of shutting down shop due to never wanting to become the issue of hardship as the step walks away as an adult to leave alone the norm... paths cross as the walk jus may not justify the tenderness of the partaking in the mix that jus might figure a lil moisture is the way things must be... it's rare to enjoy a lifetime of the same eyes staring back while people come n go damn near to say we ain't for their own likings for to long for it's truly cool to know the truths so we can breathe... so things never die as lies ruin the start of rip like there's very few others that live with the comfort to hold in their very own arms... can any of us be honest with the new feels of rationalizing the thought process of what's good for us without being selfish jus to have someone close enough to grip the silence of setting off alarms.?.

The need of hearts...

As they all sound the same it's the identical outcome that changes the mind... They tend to think the show in which they've mastered is the need of hearts... Yet it's the final credits of shit playing out to see things for what they are for the mind jus wanted to know who stand before us at the end the way they did from the start... Faces get rearranged into something others try to make us believe... Having different characters to decipher through that somehow cannot be retrieved... As digging in any lower than the surface is simply gonna hurt for instinct will lick in with the warning signs displayed... N it's the truth seen in movements n words of who someone truly is that decides how it is we say their names... Knowing there's does don't as enjoyable is the opposing end to giving in to the toxicity of most... All in which tell a tale like they're the only ones with pain as they wanna deny they to feel alone... It's the sound that comes through the air waves the attract or refuse attachments wanting to be felt... As there are very few that come with who they are n mean to harm due to they understand luv to live needs help... They get lost in their own ways trying to pass off as the sheild they have become when they damn well know they ain't that hard... Lips will always find the tenderness doing what it does as it seems to feel the cards... N as they get mixed up in their minds of what relations truly is they pretend not to be like everyone else... Unable to stay mental as the tongue if relations feels to great as it switches into the uncontrollable state of the heart falling as it melts... U can hear them as tone bounces in the vibes that float around like it's no one's business as everyone listens... Not many are worth missing...

a tad bit different...

she asked me what i believe in, if i did in anything at all... so i told her, people will leave u to crawl... they care bcus luv is the selfishness of the way an other makes us feel... n she jus looked at me as if my words weren't real... tellin me not everyone wants to take away the mental n emotional state in which we live... i told her to prove it as she bit her lip... as she seemed to talk the jive of every other female tryin to reinsert the tingle that only lasts so long... i was willin to be proven wrong... playin a lil show n tell as she to withdrew from the chatter so spoke of... n i replied once again, u know nothing of luv... talk is cheap as my words struck a nerve... i heard her tone change as if letters needed to be burped... askin me, if i don't believe why do i speak of the things i do... i told her i do it for people like u... to relate for i've been to what most consider paradise until it goes away... she looked at me n damned near called me outta my name... so i followed it up with don't be so closed minded to the facts... no one truly cares unless relations are intact... that's when i heard her grunt with a sigh for i was testin her patience... seems her new expressions needed a face lift... she knew depths have awakened within to tell these things i say... with her own fortune of havin someone to say her name... a question was asked from the other side of trust... will u ever again believe in luv.?. n i didn't pause nor did i mumble as i said, the day when someone likes me i'll believe it's more than the feel of touch... throwin her off for she's never listened to a man spit the way i do... guess i'm a tad bit different n can only fall in luv if there is an honest use...

let it rain!!!

it'll do things to the way u think as the mind will never relax.... watching everyone else enjoy the life u once had... waking up to someone they never havta let go of...  it's a constant reminder of ur own depths in the form of luv... n how u put in n lost it all due to someone else's negligence... it's hard to look up n witness how they live without hesitance... as eyes overlook u like u did something wrong to deserve their lack of respect... from the relations they get to keep to the way life jus seems to jus give to them... knowing u have what it takes on an uphill journey that cut a nerve... most don't truly know what it's like to hurt... taking a lil pain n draining it for what it's worth yet still remaining financially intact... never looking up from the bottom jus wanting the good times back... as vacations are non existent bcuz u refuse to give up... having to work harder as time gets lost in the memory of the clock spinning for the trail of money like what the fuck... when u had the materials n the holidays that paved the way to a easier way of living... u remember the times home was not allowed to cross the minds sanity drifting as no one is in to the giving... as the heart opened up n vows took place to sign dotted lines of a contract taken on the burdens to show an other the time of day... it'll fuck with ur train of thought in ways you'll hear cry babies whine over simple shit as their life keeps going on as their fuckin tears are fake... from the bowels of society one taps out to tune in to what matters the most... as others point n chuckle bcuz ur no longer the same as if ur the reason of the roast... finding birds to mock silent tones that flip their expressions off their own face... judged by those who know nothing of the fall that consumes the talking of names... n all u can think about on the bounce is when u reach that mountains peek n friends pretend they weren't foes n come around to enjoy ur moment... the door, ur gonna wanna close it... people don't give a fuck to even know of the good ones that fall trying to do right... as it's a mental condition somewhat like retardation that doesn't mind shunning u from their lives... only if they were to find themselves in the gutters they'd know what true pain is... bcuz i've been there n i chose to live... to rise by my own will for my own comfort without a fuck u to give... i don't need nothing from no one who was ok with how a turn of events had me scrummaging for a way to reach the tickle in my kids ribs... as the twist spoke lower than the spit that hung from their white picket fences lip... it'll get to u if u ain't strong enough to fight back... finding out who's ur real friends as even family will fold the cards with a winning hand n that's a fact... birds fly on the parting of owns way when grounds finally settle to shut others the fuck up... morals in this world has seriously forgotten about luv... n the struggle will dig in to u becoming someone different as ur able to see things more clearly as a lesson well learned... two tweets flipped as the tips tell everyone who didn't believe i for myself have n always had worth...  it'll redirect ur heart as if going into battle where life will never be surrendered... it jus takes a moment that wraps patience up in years as materials havta rendered... n there's no luv lost for the the war won is for self to claim... let it rain!!!

u foe'd me...

Do u think it's ok to step in n not deliver.?. Jus walk right through me as if ur the taking of the giver... Destroying yet another piece of me after knowing what it took to open up n luv u as there's no gain... How is it u feel at ease with the motion of harmony goin to waste.?. Is the mindset u seen to love in that same selfish.?. Or is it ur lookin for somethin beyond where I sit.?. U act as if ur the only one with emotion in the line... as I don't see me when I look u in the eyes... Only if u knew the depths I went to to tell myself u were worth the outcome... As I figured  as much as you'd wanna turn back around n change ur mind while I out last ur so called luv... I heard u tell me what it is I was to u... N I had no reason to not believe the way u touched me in ways not having u near wind up being the noose... Who is it ur heart seeks.?. N how is it u could sidestep me.?. Giving a lil bit for so long jus to move on... Leaving me once again feeling hopeless n torn... Taring my passion away from the horizon when it comes to the visual of someone actually giving a fuck... N as hard as it is for me to willingly find it in me to give trust... U knew it break the cycle of ever wanting an other to cover the remains of u... As it's even harder to find movement in the groove... Did u get caught up in being lonely until you've had enough.?. Then on to the next like passing hopscotch slipping it way on to the feel of their skin goin flush... It's a good way to tempt the monsters we keep hidden to life... as neither of us will no longer call u mine... U got some nerve to move like the wind in n outta people's lives... Only worried about ur own situation n what goes on in the emotions of ur mind... As ur own is as shallow as the way u say my name... U should've told me u jus wanted to play... I could've kept what's most precious to me locked the fuck up... There's plenty of others that would've had my interests as a must... As I now someone with a better understanding of who it is u truly are... U only play the part... What i lost was nothin when u went astray... Life went back to normal as i didn't havta wander with the confusion playin safe...

Everyday...

There's days to remember n there's days to forget... Some drag out n others on the point, missed it... Days come n days go... As each change from wantin to be around people n then there's the definition of alone... They come as early as the birds are willing to chirp... N fall to the nights chase of finding worth... Either bunched together for s time period of singled out for a specific thought... Days only want ur life to pay the cost... They come with the horizon giving way to the sun... As it's sights at times gives the heart a rush... Finding connectivity n separations go hand in hand... Within these days we live bcuz we can... Through sleepless nights that hover in the dark... Daylight will come for a fresh new start... In the feature presentation of days... With the hurry of some n the ease of a more subtle way... Send there's different kinds days that fluctuates on what occurs... Listening to the silence or the chattering of words... Using emotion to get in with the days spent... They mental ability to enjoy them is the perfect aspect... Whether we're here side by side or stuck somewhere in dreams... Days of nights wanna stay but havta leave... Giving change to rest n awaken in it's light... Welcome, this is life.!.

options...

we all have options...

n not all of us has opened up with caution...

knowin there are emotions that give off toxins...

as every one of us looks at the concoction...

knowin eyes are watchin...

jus wantin the nerve to be on n poppin...

as the decidin vote if friends were to get past the precautions...

life wouldn't be so obnoxious..

as there would be no stoppin...

on beds there'd be floppin...

with playfullish rompin...

.as rivets like motion sound of as if stompin...

poundin through the chest hopin...

skippin beats to the need of wants moshin...

collidin to agree without the like of luv there's nothin...

comin to life through the passion...

givin chasin to what comes by every so often...

makin the norm of somethin so foreign...

lightin a candle with a bit of arson...

gettin jus the right portion...

as fingertips ease in to the touch softened...

it's jus who's what on the tips of the climax toppin...

with guards slowly droppin...

n comforts are no longer shoppin...

in tuned with feel of two bodies pausin...

we all have options...

goin in... (with help from a friend... this is what happened...) BT!!!

I don't do crazy n ain't for the bitch mode...
If u can't act right for u I have no worth...
Collect ur emotions n maintain...
There's a mental state that's adds to the physical gain...
There's no need in pretending to be something ur not...
I can see through u so jus stop...
Maturity is what a man finds sexy as fuck...
N don't think ur juice box deserves my luv...
Hold ur own n find a reason to enjoy life on ur own...
No, materials do not turn me on...
Drop the attitude n be who u are behind closed doors...
There's no time to getting to the silliness of goin back n forth...
Jus speak ur mind as the individual u are....
As a friend ur gonna havta do more than play the part...
Relations come free so if I have to remind u I'm gone...
You've been looking for a real man n I'm the one to sidestep a basic female like so long...
Tongues need not tell tales of fuckery jus bcuz u cannot get ur way...
We're grown as the bedroom should be the only place u should misbehave...

Be honest with yourself before you answer...
check ya character n that irritable behavior...
Are u crazy.!?
or flat out mentally lazy.?.
Crazy meaning do you suck the life out of others because you can't find your around your own life - on a personal level.?.
is it u tamper with others bcuz that of ur own u wish to hide ur head on a swivel.?.
Emotionally, mentally, physically, hygiene, environmental cleanliness, socially ect...
ur controversial illness isn't attractive thinkin ur a force to reckon with the natural state of a true fella...
What class category would you consider yourself.?.
real men need someone in life who joins his state of mind n helps...
Sophisticated, classy, cultured, complex, advanced.?.
when's the last time u touched a man n meant to feel him with somethin other than ur hands.?.
If none of the above n more along the lines of ghetto ratchet, revealing, superficial, and can identify as a brand whore...
why do u think we all flee from the chaos u bring to the table as legs get to runnin for the door.?.
You may want to escape to the lower street levels to which a more accommodating company awaits you...
in all seriousness, the heart of men don't have no use for the bs of jumpin from one dude to a split second rendezvous...
A real man considers sexy in a mannerism class all in its own...
forget ur twisted feelings that play games with the well being of my intellectual moans...
That woman that can stand by your side and alone but behaves as respectively as if you're with her at all times...
why is there a need to entertain ur own intentions n blame a reasonable man for ur own fucked up presence of mind.?.
A want and don't get it twisted as a need to find in an other the capability by real conversation,
physical connection and the ability to understand how it works period.!.
it's the finer things that truly awakens a mans confidence by a woman as u cannot be serious...
I can not fill your glass with happiness and to be completely honest if I don't hold solid qualities or are in the process of developing them, sexy should not flip from your being...
jus step to the side n watch me as i get to the emptiness or ur leaving...
Surprise!!!
u are not the difference maker in my eyes...
I find the ultimate satisfaction on every level in that woman who doesn't throw around what her mama gave her and can offer more than just a mindset that your sitting on the juicer of the juice boxes...
mindless intuitions of immature lil girls relate to only the pickin of pockets...
I'm not trying to be a princess caregiver nor have the desire to compete with what you may think is greener on the other side as a constant...
but let's face the facts n ask what man would truly want it.?.
Drop the emotional angry outbursts, the rolling of the eyes, the 12 year old hip twist and snapping of the lips bs...
men ain't into the selfishness u possess with the way ur fingers snip a flip...
Assertive vs. aggressive.!.
spade yourself for ur gramar is literally obsessive...
It's a case of intellectual and broad minded vs. small minded and narrow minded.!.
so define the reason you've come to be so passive on the conditions so blinded...
If you have not experienced or learned enough from your life to know that respectively we can agree to disagree, you should turn as i have and keep on stepping...
there's no point in the attempt to tare a good man down with ur deliberate self righteous meddling...
Good luck girl.!.
u ain't gonna find yourself in no way shape or form in a real mans world...
They say there is someone for everyone...
n by golly, there is someone that stoops to feel u on the run...
Unfortunately I'd rather twist my own balls than waist any more of yours and frankly my time...
so tell the low life's how u fake the funk as it's u they tend to like...
Excuse me...
A woman awaits me!!!


Be honest with yourself before you answer....
Are you crazy?!
Crazy meaning do you suck the life out of others because you can’t find your way around your own life.
Are you unmanageable?
Unmanageable meaning - on a personal level? Emotionally, mentally, physically, hygiene, environmental cleanliness, socially etc? What class category would you consider yourself? Sophisticated, classy, cultured, complex, advanced etc?
If none of the above and more along the lines of ghetto ratchet, revealing, superficial, and can identify yourself as a brand whore...
you may want to escape to the lower street levels to which a more accommodating company awaits you.
A real man considers sexy in a mannerism class all in its own.
That woman that can stand by your side and alone but behaves as respectively as if your with her at all times.
A want and don’t get get it twisted as a need to find in another the compatibility by real conversation, physical connection and the ability to understand how it works period!
I can not fill your glass with happiness and to be completely honest if you don’t hold solid qualities or are in the process of developing them, sexy should not flip from your being.
Surprise!!! I find the ultimate satisfaction on every level in that woman who doesn’t throw around what her good mama gave her and can offer more than just the mind set that your sitting on the juicier of the juice boxes.
I’m not trying to be a princesses caregiver nor have the desire to compete with what you may think is greener on the other side as a constant.
Drop the emotional angry outbursts, the rolling of the eyes, the 12 year old hip twist and snapping of the lips bs.
Assertive vs aggressive!
Intellectual and broad minded vs small minded or narrow minded!
If you have not experienced or learned enough from your life to know that respectively we can agree to disagree.... you should turn as I have and keep on steppen.
Good luck Girl! They say there is someone for everyone. Unfortunately I’d rather twist my own balls than waist any more of yours and frankly my time... excuse me... a woman awaits me!

letting go of the letting go...

when the feel of not having anything left to luv settles in to the makings of emotions hurting themselves... loneliness will remind thoughts of the trials n errors that reside in the stillness of sitting solo unable to be felt... as walls tower sights n sounds echos from the banging on doors... life finds the emptiness self allowed others to cause as the heart will tell u there's so much more... there will come a time to peek into the horizon to see more then the sky that changes... witness to a face that shall remain no matter the pattern that clings to the visual affect that seems to be a master at its rearrangements... when the deserted feels of relations flush out what simply didn't feel the need to stick around n find out who it is self is... as time recognizes the willingness to go looking for someone who could become so special to the way we deliver to them the same void we find... no ones alone in the battle of waking to find an other still laying beside the motion awaking to fall beyond luv... when the minds had enough of the fight that corrects it's purpose to believe in the fulfillment of the rush... what has become will switch scenes as if the moon light finds a tone that speaks through sight so beautifully sound... once the relentlessness calms the nerve of letting others destroy the way we can tell someone ilu as desires are wowed...

dropping lines are empty in their own...

tapped out n damn near done with writing out the things i wanna feel... seems here in the real world words find a reason to touch the creativity that relates to the minds wheel... spinning with everything i've already been through as time slips into a waste... n it's my face chancing the change of expressions unused due to the entrapment emotion has come to erase... rolling from the tongue as rhymes reach deeper to flush to temptations of solitude jus to know self... i crawl as i walk as the movement is seen with the drip that forms depths before eyes taking an interest to help... n as i refuse to live it up n gain a piece of mine i watch characters remind me of why i've come to withdraw from the tenderness of an other... i fear what people can do to who it is i am beneath the surface of my own face as if that's what they fantasies over as a luv'r... patience has found more ways to say what has been over exorcised through expressions read to be felt... leaving jaws in aw as that of my own jus wants to shut the yap as the head straightens out from its tilt... as it's too much time alone that rectifies the situation getting old as fuck when the heart jus wants to be luv'd... tired of the same ol bs night after night entertaining others when self goes without the display of someone willing to raise my own smile touched...

the flaw with paradise...

playing with letters as if women in relations have all let me down... finding the crossing of the mind ramble on of the things learned falling from the mouth... as time has no motive other than to keep moving on with this thing we call paradise... having the only feeling left as an after effect tucked in the creases that evade to mind... seems i've been let down by friends that pretended to share the same wants n needs as one in particular tore me apart... as i sit with the reason of decision that come full circle to correct my own train of thought to heal my heart... roots have no meaning to people anymore... they tend to shy away from something real when it faces them like they ain't what the claim to be... looking after the selfish emotions of not wanting to be hurt n blaming others for their lack of the ability to live free... chains hold them to the ball they drag as it slows their adaption until it's to fuckin late... on the abracadabra feel of another luv'r that has escaped... as tongues twist unable to stand on owns faults that point fingers in directions away from the reflection that resembles their own... n they wonder why the keep winding up alone... letting self down is the flaw in which paradise changes in eyes that leak to the distance within them the forces the wedge... knowing a mutha fucka stood still to see them come out in the way they chose to play as luv was pushed from the edge... always wanting the next best thing... as even it noticed the same pattern feeling the inevitable sting...

a decade of trying on luv...

i spent 2010 with freeway... rachel was fun as the drinking she enjoyed so much became a factor of relations as we found ourselves walking away... it was the first time i had ever opened up to emotion as it was 8 months of knowing i wanted to feel more of the same... as i turned around n ran into 1! i fell so far in to mandy i forgot who it is i was... seems the pills shut down her intentions to keep me in mind... it lasted 2.5 yrs as the divorce came after another 5 in which i waited on her jus to split as we went separate ways with time... n lil bit came from a friendship i didn't think would've found emotion on a level where we united... jus to awaken to the reality of drugs that made relations so fuckin hard as it came down to bad timing... damn near four years went passed where the ride with shelby n the substance pulled me further n further below the willingness as i jus had to go... n not once did i feed in to any of their habits as they sat upon their thrones... it took me 33 years to accept the fact that others wanna feel the reason of luv... as i sit alone at damn near 42 going over the malarkey relations bestowed on my life craving the feel of being touched... yeah, i rest as i reside not to wanting to go back to the male whore ways of getting what i want from a female... it's hard to think the game of reversal plays out once in the mix of the selfishness we all fail... almost a decade of trying to establish a connection went by as if i blinked n poof, it was gone... as if it were a dream that left a sting playing in the hidden messages of depicted songs... i wait with patience bcuz time is all there is... n i miss the feel of the pressing of a woman's lips...

the feel of the exploration...

on the wander it takes to know when it's time to open back up... the teeter sits on the balance of jumping in to the feel on the hush... going over circumstances as if hesitant to the mixture of emotions being foreign to the texture... knowing the outcome if the head dives in to fast emotion will get lost in the sensation of the pleasure... right left right in a march easing the walks along side an other tapping in to what kinda friend the will be... n it's enough to temp the feeling of need as want sits back n watches the display believe... going beneath the chill of the tenderness where truths linger in the sway... in a bob n weave motion as the defense has gotten used to all the silly lil games... thinking, what would self become in the change of hearts.?. as the possibilities find movement in every single remark... as tones switch from curiosity to comforts wanting to get to the feel of explorations... floating with the flow of respect hoping it in return is more than an invitation...

derailed...

fearing the next one wanting in... leaning in to a kiss that may turn away in the depths of their grin... the uncertainty of luv lingers in the unknown feel telling emotion to be afraid... waiting to see the so called irreversible twist of the face shape shift in it's own version of the change... simply jus wanting to come to life is a task... as eyes cringe with the ripples that pull the lids shut so resentment isn't within the wearing of masks... as it's understanding comfort levels of reversible memories that stick around to remind feelings why they have become scared... self is the enemy covering the effects that affect what can n cannot be bared... having a phobia of tourists wanting to see the display as they have no intent to stay... n even if they did the wall is heavily guarded by nerves so irritable time is a waste to allowing them in to get comfy in what remains... the terror of unable to be felt resides in the panic of pausing before the horror show makes its feature presentation... for we jus don't take to kindly to the terms n conditions of the fake wanting to penetrate the security level of relations... as the heart forbids the resurrection of tenderness resisting passion in the middle of luv... there's a pain we admit to self that hides the vulnerability of what others wanna touch...

behind the limits...

to much time alone digs into places in the mind that doesn't need tampered with... seems when crossing the line of loneliness thoughts get to configuring beyond the need of correction n a solo state of mind turns on others jus wanting to live... looking in mirrors trying to find life that tends to us vanity to exist... flicking birds as a self righteousness that lingers into sights noticing balled up fists... there is no life behind closed doors running from the fear of being touched as we pretend we're a ok... feeling some kinda way thinking self is the only one goin through to inner chaos that's chosen due to choices made... solitude runs away with the thoughts that call out to the dangers of over protection that are seriously immature... becoming a lil too fuckin in tuned until the relativity of the mingle can't find it in the vibe to relate to others so unsure... it's the trickery of the mind of going back in for far to long that changes the way eyes stare into a drift at this worlds entertainments... finding our own sitting without an other when the connection could be therapeutic to keep a level head avoiding the containment... lost in the battle shying away from the temptations to reason with the normality that causes people to change... behind the limits where we shut down things occur we don't realize as it's a whole different kinda game...

knowing use...

chains to turn on passion as hormones are bound to play the heart... it's the twist of relations where the mind goes nuts as the bang gives it a start... wrapped is the emotion to the expectations wanting so much more... restrained from opening up from the capture of luv not allowed to leave the core... free within the walls desires are forced to relate so self knows the reason of motion as life pumps... buried beneath the touch of lusts rushing outta time as the come n go with the flutters that jump... imprisoned by all the bars to hold the trust dear to the meaning of us feeling on the scars to show a lil compassion to a friend... as the willingness comes from the depths of knowing use after being hidden from the mirror that judges with a sharpened edge... felt as tied up tames the beast in binds rounding out in a new state of mind... as the refusals of truths go mental n do some serious time... therapy through interaction hold doors on the healing of worth compared to selfish unkind gestures... second guessing the loneliness of empty pleasures... running from hands feeling their way around limits of intent that gives a true state of mind... teased to be release jus to see how the reaction to a moment to self is defined... playing with the borders n boundaries that find time to step up... once captivity resists to keep the locks on as the coming out wants to fall in luv... triggered to temp movement in a different sense of free... finally able to breathe...

provoke me...

show me how to believe in u.... i'm willing to come back to life... tell me as i listen to ur voice direct me in the right direction... i wanna know what it's like to have u crawl across my mind... place ur hands on me so i can feel it feeling me wanting to play around... i've lost the will to make contact eye to eye waiting on the heart to make a sound... seems i forgot how to remember what it's like... life took a turn as i wound up looking up as i hid from sights... n i believe i could mean words if spoken to someone that jus cannot get enough of me... as long as u never leave... i haven't had the fortune of having my own feelings taken into consideration... i know i have it in me to luv unconditionally without hesitation... i can feel it yet it needs provoked... it doesn't wanna open up unless it has te option to go home... n the passion is lost n lingering within... dodging hands reaching in to plug the drip... leaking to make room for the desires going without the feels it takes to be turned on... as i've been good due to it's so easy for me to become once again as a male whore... i've fought it this long n it's left me in this solitude as i healed from the inside out... like u i've been hurt as i took a moment to allow myself to bounce back so i could sleep through the silence of the nights that neva seemed loud... as i'm jus waiting on a face that changes the way i think of relations... i'm done with the false representations of imitations gain to explore my long lost motivation... interest is gone... luv is a segment as if air time as somewhat of a skit gone wrong... as songs find the pain to be the most comforting of a situation that helped me find my way back to safety... make me... i wanna fall in luv but not with jus anyone... so express to me what i would look like to u in luv... i don't know how to tell one set of eyes from the next... i get lost in the way they lose themselves in the stare looking in my direction as i feel second best... so i turn n drift without even trying on the smile created... i feel it but it neva seems quite like it should as thoughts get deflated... n i need to know it isn't me... that the years that went under the bridge wasn't my fault due to friends that go astray chasing different dreams... help me fall as we land somewhere connected in a better place... i jus can't do the same ol same...

respecting wishes...

u haven't felt pain until u can't have the one u have luv'd due to circumstances of the forced wedge... having to move on without them knowing they're in luv with u standing alone on their own edge...  pushing u away top protect u from the choices they've made... finding life to be strange after having the one who made a difference as relations had to end with unused emotions on both ends goin separate ways singeing the flame... you've never luv'd someone on their own terms n conditions as u respect their wishes so they cannot hurt u anymore... losing moments unabled to be shared that were meant by both sides that got sidetracked by the relentless addiction that came along n ripped luv from ur core... u don't know the thoughts that'll chase u through time living a better life u couldn't provide for an other's charm... a lifestyle in which a decision was made to end the fiasco holding on to the wait that had no chance to feel them in ur arms... as the letting go remembers the first kiss to the final breath taken in plain sight... coming back to life as it takes years to surface as someone u used to be for who you've become has given up on the fight... unwilling as they've talked u into releasing who've they've become... u know nothing of the emptiness looking for something to heal the hearts redefining meaning of where in the fuck is homes trust... setting aside selfish luv to like them as a friend jus long enough to watch them fade back into this world as if they never existed... friends goin in different direction as it was a fuckin substance that changes the mindest of the emotion still alive as individuals parted... u ain't been lu'vd until eyes want u as the trun n walk away knowing they can't stop the wheels spinning outta control making passion harden... it'll fuck u over in every way witnessing someone so dear disappear to avoid destroying u... as ur to get back on board with life as they make u promise you'll enjoy life without them telling u ilu...

yeah...

i, yeah, i can't tell u... n i'm dying to live... to be put to use... with everything no one else felt the need to receive of what it is i have to give... i, yeah, feel empty with all this luv... locked up n waiting on a miracle i don't believe in... n i jus need someone to trust... i wanna live... i, yeah, i, wish i could tell u how i felt... as the emotion is caught up on a snag... tugging on me like an undertow wanting to help... i, yeah, loose words trying to ignore the feel... i run from the touch of trust... anymore i don't know what's real... all i understand is how to mute words to a hush... yeah, i ah would jus like to say ilu... but i can't come to the movement it takes to shape sounds... i'm a dying breed lost without what makes me come unglued... living loose n open to hearing my name released from ur mouth... as i, yeah, can't find u as i awaken... as time rolls on the clocks wheel... have i been forsaken.?. u know i'm not afraid to feel... i, u see, i ah, yeah, jus wanna go home... to lay in ur arms that don't seem to exist... as i go with the loneliness so alone... missing that tickle u give to my ribs... i, yeah, let go of my past... willing to be accepted by ur touch... as the truth is i live with the facts... if there's anyone who deserves ur luv it be me falling in luv with the rush... yeah, i came full circle with u in mind... riding solo jus goin on about my way... when all i'd luv to do is rest n lay with u by my side... without the games...

jus one...

jus one who doesn't have their head in the clouds... down hear where we live so we can relate without gettin loud... with a similar kinda mindset ignoring all the hocus pocus bs of god's n fairies that clutter the mind... jus one with a simpler way who's in luv with life... able to feel where i'm comin from as i say this is all there is... jus one who jus gets the point of not wanting to be bothered with all the meaningless bs... unafraid to simply enjoy the days that come n nights that tend to go... i'd like to meet jus one that doesn't wanna upon the invisible childish make believe thrones... with their feet as close t the ground as mine... jus one who knows how to put their pride aside n enjoy the ride... doin whatever comes to the creativity of the pleasures that await... jus one to feel me when they say my name... unwilling to trade me in for the next... n without the games that confuse relations living in a world lost to the meaning of met... dab smack in the middle of the chaos jus one will do... one who can accept realities truths...