Shit happens...

No pain settles jus right... There's no crease within the tuck of thoughts that love up to the hype... Misery consumed is a truck of the mind seeing the heart to live carefree... Plucking emotional wonders from beneath endless dreams... It's the crave that catches the moment once held that causes so much hurt... Underling to let go of what's been lost as self worth... Feeling the twist when alone at night for been so long since a body hey close enough to ease into the feel... No other has the affect had on the mental ability to heal other than self fighting the reasons why no good is real... As hopes are jus selfish in every aspect that cater the wants pretending to be needs within... Somehow finding a void as if lost is the tickle in the rib... Goin against the truths that create even more anguish that had no purpose beyond what was... As what used to be is a memory remind will being off what not to allow when looking for luv... Not realizing one fucks over desires to accommodate an other only worried about self... Knowing deep in the mind they ain't coming correct any kinda help... Yet the attachment resides as the noose desperately deserves to be cut... Bcuz it's the friendship that doesn't exist when left to die alone missing the rush... Falling further in to the tenderness angle as self pitty climbs from the whole in passions ache... Jus wanting forget the sound of someone else's name... No regrets should ever be ignore by what comes to terms with the lessons choices make... As to like self is to never give in to the relations of hate... People drift n life goes on... N there's no excuse for the depression it takes to gather self reinventing the norm... Shit happens as takes are to be told... Cuddles find warmth the same as devotions turns cold... Once groped n then fucked in more ways than one are the decisions of the shallowness that never ever touch the depths of trust... Torturing the individual within that's been overran by the emotional n thoughtles acts that always returns as dipping into lusts... Defeating the beast that grips the stipulations is becoming a new version of self with ownership of the joy... Reminded in the mirror daily that the situation has changed as sexual intent is the only toy...