Lies.!.

Maybe if you weren't immaturea level where you simply can not control your own fuckin emotions someone would be able to sit with you long enough to enjoy life... Or possibly not be home up on someone who isn't coming back any time soon as the release needs to flip from the tips of fingers without birds to find self inside your mind... It could be the way you are on which every way you think you seen to be is jus instructive to others who do the same shit you do as trust is the issue... Finding self as the enemy as fingers reach for blame in the same mirrors that are off set in an others direction as the linings of emotion go boom... Mental breakdown feeling the mind snap back with a chuckle as actions second since shit up... Have you ever thought there's things about yourself others can't deal with bcuz you personally ain't what you say you are behind closed doors fucking up a chance at luv.?. Underling alternate within relations to the true form in which you think you are when we aren't the same as 5-10 yrs ago... Attaching sex to the feel of attractions walking away to hold on a lil longer knowing time alone never moves slow... Pieces within jus refuse to align hearing mouths chatter on the grit n grim of selfishness thinking you're better off n so fuckin different dating fuck happiness... Struggling with affection bcuz old feels cling to patterns walking n talking the identical uselessness... Can you taste the wickedness you spit at if it isn't shit to continue to go on distant from natural intent wanting to come to life.?. Then again, is every one else wanting in to see if the click makes contact with this imagined thing created in the thought process of going solo as u ran to hide... Telling everyone it ain't self that has the problem with luv jus giving in to someone opening up... Wait, this world does cater to lusts so it can't be you fighting off the knots coming undone... Fuck the rush right.?. Another lonely fucking night.!. Talking to self like, fuck my life.!. Goodbye.!. They ain't worth the time... As it is who that decides the level that looks down on everyone you claim is all the hype... Poisoned by pleasure rejecting the image you stare at inin reflections prepped for the moment to be noticed like social is your specialty... Who's the one who's socially deprived bcuz passion turned in to pain that engraved a name in to the change of your own reality... Is it letting go jus wanted to be covered up so time will help you forget about desires at a read end street as you believe there is no one for you... Lies.!. N that's the truth...