frenemies...

someone explain why it hasta change.?. as that moment of recognition defines the letting go... disrupting the flow of the heart clinging to luv... i'm sure we all wanna know where's worth retreat to in the middle of hope.?. as life moves in between lifestyles from one to the next... witness to new faces that switch up on emotions gone stale... who in the fuck can tell it like it is n get straight to the point.?. why is it relations turn inward n wanna transform passion into an attempt failed.?. tripping over invisible lines as if having a change of mind... what's the point if there's nothing to gain from a so called friend.?. pretending to become a part of us jus to dismiss the pieces that connect the vibe... facing the inevitable drift known as the end... can anyone speak on how easy it is to put out the flame.?. showing worth never truly had a chance to gain a purpose outside of self... as lies appear from outta nowhere way too fast... falling from eyes to drain what was believed to be felt... how is it we all claim no one is real yet everyone takes part in empty thoughts that go astray.?. holding others accountable when truths sit upon the tongue twisted... blaming another for coming up short of what was promised as a lifetime of use... abusing the process to getting to know who betrays desires restricted... please help us understand the individuals that play with temptation until they get what they want... fading back into the shadows that reshape silhouettes in the dark... as sights are unable to decipher the differences of a part time spouse n a long term way of life... corrupting the purity of curiosities that gets burnt in the spark... with a struggle to light a new candle as depths rewrite the definition of likes... feeling broken by the motion of a smile beaten into a frowning as if we ain't good enough... caught up in a pause that triggers flaws bcuz we gave in to the immaturity's of child like minds... left to overcome the fear tugging on the will it takes to enjoy the sensation of bodies becoming flush... why do people insist on leading us down a dead end path when they have no idea where they are going.?. lost n catering to their own submissions tied up within their insensitive touch... in disguise so they can continue to come n go as they please... feeling on us n digging in to the most sacred truce ever to open up... it would nice if lips could bounce with sound n express the meaning of such a selfish prize... stealing ones own chuckle that's muffled until each stroke wears off... as the memory goes back n forth on what to consider when interest shows a thrill thrown into the mix... questioning intent easily shutting down the same ol disposition avoiding yet another loss...