the refusals flaw...

let's talk about what hurts as tongue refuse to sliver around the truths... speak on how sitting alone fucking sucks n how it's become a comfort that shouldn't be... i'd go as far as to tel u myself how i feel better without a woman in my life... knowing damn well it's a lie bcuz i pick at whoever wants to fulfill their own dreams... fuck victimized bullshit n level with me on how it sounds familiar of not jus anyone will do... like something is missing every time the chance comes around, life stays on the same ol ridiculous course... selfishly not wanting to be hurt so emotions can ride the nights without the feel of an other willing to be held... in all due respects there's pieces we leave out of the reasons that aren't as hidden as the wanting of more... feeling let down to a point where failure makes the heart plead not to believe we're incapable of luv... yet where do we run to so no one can reach us but our own safe zone with no one around... speak ur peace n flip ur birds elsewhere for they do not work on me... i know the secrets in which u hold closer than any other thing u refuse to release from ur mouth... i to have the fears n the wonders of what life would be like if they'd jus appear n make us want the need to continue to live... honestly i have a routine that sends shivers through the aches that claim m smile not a one person sees fade behind closed doors... aiding a twist uncompromising by anything less than worth my time as urs is the one thing u can never get back... yeah, the familiarity  is raw n uncut with use going unused facts that resist the tenderness of replacing the void settled in to life jus moving along with an ease in the core... face it as i do even if it isn't out in the open that u too plead with yourself from time to time to fight the betrayal of hope turning n walking away... so it's the single life we get so caught up in we forget the joys of allowing passion the join desires in a moment to accept a new friend... one that may or may not fed the same ol failing gestures that strike the unwanted nerve of pain... it's real n u know it as well as i do that there's always an end... but what is being alive mean to the consideration of giving someone a thrill that might get returned for once.?. ur restless n u cannot withstand the emptiness that creates ur loneliness all bcuz u refuse to try... ur scared of the way it's so natural to be felt by the sensitivity of  fingertips feeling the touch... going one to many times through the foes who pretend to care so fuckin much it stings still... even being healed there's a possibility whoever it be to catch ur attention will turn out the same as a stranger back into the crowd... it sucks as i think too so often on it it's not healthy for my own stubbornness to step away n let grown folks mingle for a change... only if is the term we come to as if this world has no one to offer to us like we're some sort of royalty wearing figurative crowns...