Old familiar...

It's the feeling of not being good enough that lingers in heart... Even when interest rises the old familiar ache reminds u of the unforgettable scars... Those of the fuckin betrayals that's left emotion crippled n afraid... Left to talk to self in disbelief that we'll never be the same... N the pain hurts to know we get stuck in a mental transformation of giving up... All bcuz we went in to fuckin hard n felt the loneliness of what was supposed to be luv... To live with the emptiness n barring life's tasks without a friend to share moments with... The mind tends to turn the head so the eyes don't connect with others wanting to grasp a grip... Becoming self's own worst enemy due to we believed in some that faded like the lies they spoke... It's a wreckless motion within that seems to defeat the possibility of anyone liking our flow... N it's in the solitude created by the refusal of anymore bs that we find the strength... Realizing we allowed an other to take away from self what no one had the power to accomplish without us giving to the wanted needs... For the passion that shuts down was unbreakable so we thought... N it's that mindset in which we all get lost... Focusing on others instead of self as time passes us by... Jus to eventually come to a new crossroad n naturally wanna give again so luv itself can see if it's liked... Hoping life gives the chance to show n see something real for once... To be touched n held without the leaving of what's to become what was... As the thoughts process corrects worth but never in an arrogant way... For some reason desires never lose their true fire willing to do what it takes to get someone to stay... Without the twist to reclaim that old familiar feel of the turn causing tears... Lasting long enough to remind us it's us we have to fear... N it's sad to dream of things that never come true... Always being the one goin around n around within the loopty loop... Pushed the side to endure satisfaction crushed n taken away... Unable to hear a spoken tone play with the sound of our very own name... As inward we go to run from people who could care less of anyone but their image in reflections that are told who to be... Forcing that habit of forgetting to be me...