why is it u feel u need to fight for someones luv.?.or cater to their needs as ur own is treated as if a lust... having a self sense of bettering an other's flaws... being their safety net when urs has holes worn as fishnet to please their awe... is it u need some sorta worth no matter what level it comes to be.?. doin nothing but having a never ending conversation about empty dreams.!. with an upper hand giving to broken people bcuz u haven't yet found yourself... bcuz control is what drives ur heart to have someone u wanna prove something to claiming to be felt... explain the demand of emotions u jus havta have from someone that u feel obligated to... do u not posses the intuition to knowing what's poisonous to u.?. always in a craved state of mind for ur not receiving the potential capabilities can give... wrapping depths around the constant feeling of ur jus not enough trying to help an other live... can u see the weakness within ur own design opening up under unconditional terms.?. left to ramble in ur head alone wondering why does everyone tend to half stepping u burning worth... is it a friend u want or a luv'r.?. a go to u know will never shy away for he cares or a feeling rushed to the affects catching fire beneath the covers... allowing every piece of u to be used by free will to get what they want... all due to they know u don't have it in u to turn away no matter the frustration that haunts... able to depend on u to be there for them as u remain alone... dwelling in ur thoughts attached to a visual playing tricks in the zone... with space in between to connection that will never be fulfilled... who is it u think has better skills.?. the one showing there's no limits to relations or the other who is jus in the moment as long as it's good... at any given second ready to flip birds on the walking away as ur eyes leak believing they're no-good... n yet how come that u still remain to continue to become a toy... thrown to the side when ur not of any interest to their joy... trying to hide the pain... telling everyone they're all the same knowing damn well it's the movement of ur own flame... held n melting into nothing as ur left in the dark... ur truly are work of art... attempting to fix people so they have a reason to confide in u... ignoring the fact that if they ain't doin it on their own they will never make u any room... as selfish as the laugh chuckles behind ur back... used is a reality that surfaces to create another past... so where are u when the light goes out.?. when will u ever want more than cheap words released from the mouth.?.
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