the allowance of other to forget who we are... taking in to consideration we depend on the expectation that they'll be good to our heart... falling in as time ticks shit switches up... looking confused as to what relations have become... friends no longer in verbal connection... communication breaking down as emotion has hesitation... we retreat back to the obligation to self where if no ones got me i do for sure... not giving up the smile that wants to live in the mindset of life is pure pleasure... as it's in the middle of being hurt by someone we neva thought would turn... we know the only one who has a choice to change is self deciding what's good to our worth... luv doesn't push others to the side... emotion when real doesn't know how to hide... so it's looking after self due to the one chosen to do so lacks to common courtesy to keep us in mind... as in the back of the head doing something different winds up playing out it's about fucking time... drifting back in to reality where the step back clarifies the absence of who we were supposed to be to them... leaving thoughts in a twisted state of bent... going over n over the days on end they refuse to feel the passion that seems damn near spent... as luv has gone broke n needs to vent... so to keep on or end the fiasco is the only two options as we owe ourselves the respect others do not obtain of the presence somehow misplaced... noticing the tone taken n the expressions upon the face has changed... strangers living together as partners ran its course... as sex is the final act before it to loses the tenderness unable to strike the satisfaction of wanting it anymore... separate in the same home smiles don't tend to work quite the same... when luv'rs find other interests n life becomes a game...foes emerge to bitterness calling out the blatant disregard for what we put on the line... sick n tired of wondering why... we remember it doesn't hold the value of who we are inside... jus wanting to live n having someone around who truly enjoys us in their ribs... waking every day knowing the back is being watched... rolling with the hands that spin around the clock.,.. they can only do to us what we allow them to do... as it's no longer both ways as good deeds stopped with the notions of truths... checking in to the void that's claimed our joy... walking around as if we're jus some kinda toy... tinkering around like a time bomb waiting to go off... fed up with the mistreatment the spits venom from the tongue when words speak up bcuz of the pause.. sitting still in place not stirring shit up the way they used to... trying to find the courage to call it through... for they purposely neglect us standing right in front of them as if we do not matter no more... as we empty them lil by lil from the inner linings of our core... going off in to our own world without them bcuz they don't feel the need to show us the time of day... no longer relying on the touch that once sent shivers up the spine making everything about us want to misbehave... with the finer details missing what could be that halted before our eyes... now jus listening to the syllables drip from their lips as lies... we take blows to our attraction in which we give to an other that no longer wants us the same way they once did... tripping over our own egos that jus laid down n gave the fuck up as heartbeats skip... attempting to get away from the sorry display of comfort that ran off with the conversations to save self from opening up to such a selfish nitwit anymore... plugging the hole in the chest to what's most precious to us doesn't drip out on the floor... depths were neva meant to be drained... as shallowness can only surf our waves... it takes a real individual to maintain the balance to swim in our seas... setting up shop on the beaches as they get busy on their hands n knees... putting in the work that makes the difference so the meaning they come with neva dies... n this is why we contemplate the single life without them by our side... that unwanted bs is childish jus to have us around so they don't havta be lonely... knowing damn well they can't be honest that they have began roaming... leaving us to gather the facts that come here n there... watching friends have what we desire the most as it is unfair... giving ever lil piece that anyone would luv to hold... as we wind up freezing from the chill in which they've turned cold... people change n things get rearranged... knowing when to choose to survive is all in the makings of owning our own fame... to be known by someone willing to step up n neva back down from the trials n errors that can make or break intent... with a moistened kiss n unclinched fists... head over heart is the key to looking out for self when no one else will... it's on us to find those breathtaking thrills...
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