how does one luv again.?. i'd really like to know... to open up... accept another n grow... when will the heart get over itself.?. sheltering emotion... hiding uses feel... settling into some sort of long term devotion... who is it i think i am.?. when there's no one to prove it to... it's like i'm goin to waste... as if i cannot get a clue... like what the fuck is the deal... walking around not wanting to be bothered... having interest trying to interact... believing for some reason the feel of friendships get smothered... is it all in my head.?. thinking too much.?. or is it as real as the touch that lingers on the flesh... as the skin goes without the feel of trust...
does the drift truly consume emotions once improperly luv'd..?. as the retraction settles for darkened rooms... looking away from eyes willing to get caught in a stare... unable to see self as a reflection is removed... why is it hope literally tends to get lost.?. as persuasions reach for a friend... while depths resist the notion to to get close... changing direction waiting on the end... where in time will it be safe to evolve.?. to find a purpose worth the mingles paused... able to lean in to the comfort so fuckin lost... having a better sense of a respectable cause...
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