Trying to go figure...

Where does it begin.?. That part of life when giving in pays off as real smiles digs in... Embedding themselves I the mind so the heart can feel true thoughts... As the individual can't help but to cling to an other who's found self in their cause... How does one know without going on n outta the same ol played out routine.?. It's just too much to flow in the mix of relations in which is harmful to ones own dreams... Creating distance in places the naked eye caanot lay sights on... Who is too carresss metaphorical scars whenthe healing saves what's left of what's been torn.?. With a touch to soothe the concept of question that linger I the silence... Able to avoid the whispers behind the back the brings on verbal violence... Is the speifics of what one needs to mingle have a expiration date.?. Or is it the wiil to try n fail repeatedly the terms of conditions that disguise the belief in tasting names.?. Having to linde a double life of trying bout to be a hoe that is afraid of attachments unknown... Foriegn to the creation of hope resting I the balance of a set of hands not wasting to be alobe... How can one decipher who is ready n who just wants to play rolls so nights aren't a total waste.?. For we all have crossed those limits of do not return causing so much hate... In which delusion does self appear to be the one without illusion speaking back in the darkness... To hear a voice quietly rable on without the constant balling of fists.?. To appreciate a friendship in the loathing of satisfaction... Does one just imagine the details or free the possibility to accept a different kinda imperfection.?.