it wasn't that they never felt like they weren't enough on the watch that stopped time to get crushed...
self was jus not much in their eyes to get to know past their own selfish lusts...
claiming luv until they've had their share of what there was given to use...
having none in the return once the level of fear met the eye coming undone...
losing the connection to the touch as sight lost the feel of luv falling for the pain...
deep down they knew what was craved n they used it to advance beyond words they never tasted themselves...
as holding it together became a reason to heal over time wated in the moments alone when self was left with no one else...
pretending an other actually cared at times when the return of the past corrected the absence of reality...
it was the one within that linger of the texture missed of trust backed into a corner of infidelity...
having a respect stripped from a friendship they not once truly cared to reckon with in their mind...
as coming to terms with the game played was a bitter attempt to create the envy set aside...
finding solitude a chance to dig them from the deepest thrill taring a hole into the hearts capabilities...
a luv'r made from a stranger that rounded out to be a foe in the makings of actions torturing sensitivities...
yelling out are u ready to chase what u cannot have as the laughter is the only thing heard with the wind drifting away...
it's not that they escaped but allowed self to feel something worth more than the same ol bs no longer blinded by the flame...
on the release the emotion is relieved of such drastic impulses the struck nerves as character was shaken...
as we all admit it was a lesson of wearing desires on the sleeve that once upon a time ago so we can get on with a better sense of relatin...
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