Very few has ever gotten in past the gate... N not a one of them overall felt the need in remembering my face... There were good ones that gone bad n bad ones that were fun... But it's a low percentage that's ever heard me claim luv... From the cling of the vibe I've been there only one to last... Having to give back what was given to me as my heart was returned sliced n slashed... Given until they had no need in holding the way words changed into lies... N the others that never got in could've been a better waste of time... From the giddiness the turn of the step that breaks emotion as passion if forced to walk away... I don't take to many wantin to cross the line into deeper depths as I don't recall all their names... Flings spoke notes I couldn't hear... As my likings accepted others I found more attractive that would be up living this fear... Yes it's the beautiful ones that tend to treat others as if no one cares... The game in itself is see how far one is willing to play fair... Giving an escape route, freedom if it must be said... As I know it wasn't me that forgot who I was with so I've considered them dead... A lost cause as the chosen ones that can't luv anyone others than themselves... Always looking for someone than what they have as for them there's no fuckin help... Useless in relations once the hype wears off the scenic flow that caresses the eyes... As I've been with many with different ages n I'm still yet to be intrigued by a female that doesn't hide... So I contemplate on believing there's one that isn't for the fuckery of gender rolls... I'm unimpressed with women that cannot live up to anything other than being cold... I cannot see from where in at in life one that can maintain as a friend... Without the overemotional bs that gets in the way of the mental awareness it takes to avoid a bitter end... As I refuse to hold what ones done that I've allowed against any other lookin to gain my trust... There's jus things I pick up on that I know I don't do well with so then I don't even fuck... Sense the attachments get caught up on those who do not know anything other than what sold wants n needs... So I hide n move on with my life n jus feel the way no one it's willing to at least feel me breathe... As I've lost count of how many times I've given me away for free... N yet, I still tension the only thing I can every be as me...
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