I don't have it in me...

I don't understand why there's a rotation of faces. Only if someone could help me relate to the information. Why do people crave another before the end comes around. It don't make sense to start something just to never speak their name from their mouth. Tasting a new flavor of syllables upon the tongue. As easy as one claims how the heart is so fucking in luv. Maybe I don't have it in me to keep opening up over n over again. Is it that there's no true meaning behind friends? Tap on in n shine the light on the situation n tell it like it is. To a non-believer of emotions who drives too deep when worth is exposed. In a way the answer creates no doubts. But do it without making a single pipsqueak of a sound. Times slipping away with the memories trying to remember what it was like. N for the life of me I cannot recall there purpose beyond there hype. I'm outta touch n avoid fingertips wanting beneath the skin. But it's the coming of the going that cracks the laughter in the ribs. For I do not comprehend the reason of relations when hope is no more than a desperation needing its fix. When alone eases the mind n unravels the twist. Especially when giving self away to strangers confuses my well being. Knowing damn well for a brief moment they promise they're never leaving. That they're different but every scenario is always the same. Round after round alone sneaks up n gives truth to the game. Changing the feel good into a quiet storm that waiting it out. I don't get how desires can be do anything more than entertain luvr's that go down. Drift in a convo n spit no lies. I'm digging in but cannot feed into the selfish insanity of mine. Then letting go of someone willing to stick around. One might as well rip open the chest n bury the contents into the ground. Giving the same silly babes to everyone that comes along. From hun to babe to luv to bea why doesn't it feel so wrong. Why the constant pattern when the results are what they are. Finding self looking into another set of eyes soon to close n reignite the alarms. One two three four, how many will it take to get it right. I don't have it in me to repeat the never ending fight. I have no more towels to throw in bcuz I quit. U can keep your lips...