why do they turn in the middle of tryin to luv em.?. what changes their mind when self is all there is to give.?. how come the can't be real before emotions get attached.?. n who do they think they are as they run off with our hearts.?. there's questions to be asked left without a friend to listen to the confusion... once the feel of hope is shattered as if we never truly mattered... leaving us to gather the pieces that don't ever seem to fit again... when was it they looked away as if we weren't enough to fill their void.?. damn near as if they hadn't the respect it took to be honest the way they said they'd always be... losing that sensitivity touched by a hand that was said to be the one to comfort us in life... as some time later we're somewhere else lookin back at the memories the mind hasn't been able to shake... forever changed to make sure worth is on the table before giving in to the accusations of luv... why is it we remember what we know isn't good for us.?. haunting us deep within the nights when we're all alone... knowing damn well its over yet having nothing else due to the absence of a friendship cut loose... one that hasn't been replaced by another in their own way of getting along... where do we go when daydreams get lost.?. missing what was felt n needing a new twist to awaken us to a better version of what was the breath taken from our lungs... is there enough time to find a bestie willing to restart their own heart for the sake of nothing prior to meeting them matters... in the world of a loner claimed by the lack their of... does life come back around to trust the way we once did.?. living with the over loaded thrills gone astray for reasons unknown.?. as we wait... to heal as the process takes so long to overcome the loss of a past that folded up... finding self on the other side wondering who in the fuck is real... not afraid of them leaving but half stepping the intent met in between smiles feeling the vibe... jus wanting to give in tends to play scenarios out in thoughts once interests are admitted in mirrors where lies can be seen... do u think we will become that other person we seen in visions that lingered through the rawest shit we ever dealt with.?. to evolve n open up to the rain for the dance of a lifetime to create a new purpose within... to be luv'd by another who's dug jus as deep into their own presence to see themselves happy n content... after the lessons of so called relations that's tricked us into becoming someone else... jus to return to a true form of an existing individual with a more sensible state of mind... taking who we used to be n transforming self into a rounded out human with compassion craving to find a one... am i the only one.?. or is there another who asks for the relativity of relations to show up n get the point.?. living to enjoy someone as they come into our lives for they jus fit...clinging to nights as days bring so much more life jus knowing they ain't goin a fuckin place... letting go of everything that went so utterly wrong... talking about i'm here with actions to prove what is in disbelief... removing the pain n hurt as the sooth recalls the tenderness of a fresh start... as eyes take a peek at the stare of amazement that somehow reminds us of how purity once gave without anything ever to be given back... we jus want to hear our names, no.?. said in a way set on repeat by that certain person every fuckin day... whispered to us late at night... from then to the now of making it happen... what are we if we cannot get over ourselves.?. hanging on to old thrills as if to cover up the attempt that fell through... can we for once jus let it go n move on.?. loosening up to a truce so we too can have the desires we wish were as real as the emptiness we've allowed...
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