The few that turn away...

Settling the nerves to show we can maintain... Giving truth to that it wasn't us that ended us up single... Having someone to believe in us away from the crowd all claiming the same ol shit... On our own never to accept jus anyone who wants to mingle... Knowing a certain type will only do if the heart will ever open back up... Loosening to the waltz that strolls hand in hand... There's a depiction within the imagination that refuses to let go of the notion of luv... Finding the attention upon the skin a mere lie to what resides beneath the level of demands... Of who hides in the creases of what it is self craves to know... Getting to the movement of sharing spare unused emotions... Needing the guarantee to accept the motion of touch shown... Due to there's no chance to reset the mindset of events groping devotion... It's one time that fails to deliver the goods of interest second guessing the serving size... As eyes are the gateway to the inner beauty goin to waste... Getting lost in the course of actions playing out in ones own mind... Without an other to lay n be still long enough with to gather a comfort in getting to know a face... One that's been mistreated n lied to by others in disbelief... Somewhat tarnished n trying to relate... Realizing it's hard when so many cry wolf knowing they don't know how to act when retrieved... Forming a bond that shoves luv away for the feel of hate... Some are genuine n correct the mistakes dealing with those that have no remorse... Jumping from here to there with the heart collapsing every damn time... Blaming others for not using the thought process that encounters misdirection wanting more... As the extending of fingers categorize everyone in a blown out mind... Shifting to be like those who simply don't want no part of the chaos awaiting the pain... Hiding in the patterns are the few that turn away... Taking in to consideration that not everyone is willing to open the gates... Playing it safe for it was truly an other that changed the expression upon their face... Reconstructing depths that become a pitstop for the shallow attempting to tap the line... Like leeches ruining it for the likeliness of stability to thrive... Within A friendship without the have n the played out lies... As eyes break free from the closing n no longer blind... Able to witness the fake ones that come along... Drifting along n keeping close to those who want no part of blame... Stepping to the side for lusts to ramble on tongues that can only perform for so long... There's no need in shame...