jus before the easing of letting go one wonders if luv ever seen itself in a mirror n thought about self... with nowhere for the mind to go n tears falling from the eyes knowing the memory must die... pain rushes to the scene in one last attempt to hold on to anything worth the fight... as lonely as life has become in silenced nights in dark rooms the truths comes forward there's nowhere left to hide... the depths have been searched n the feeling has drifted from to a float from the bottom dragged to prove it was jus a hype... n in the moment a sigh settles the nerve in which will never turn around to even entertain the linger of lies... telling self in a new breath there's more to a friendship than what's been seen by a foe pretending to get what they felt is best for them jus wasting time... it's a clarification where the mind snaps n emotion jus doesn't give a fuck to continue to allow such a dive... for the hurt dries out n belief in relations come back around to capture a form of what lessons considers a better chance to enjoy likes... curious to know if an other ever took a gander at what eyes witness them to be... self often lingers in thoughts jus before everything changes the outcome of dreams...
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