every time. the makings fall short of a happy life. with the tongue never allowed to speak on truths. damn the feelin of a real use. attempting to know someone n looking for a reason to stay. but it's always stepping away. n by golly if pieces of self ain't held from the lips wanting to speak. with the head shaking at the edge of the ease. looking down at the wtf landing me in a state of not again. in the coming of i just wanna forget about the intent of plans. getting to the good shit just isn't the way it is. as those as of lately has had more than a worth that fell to my own twist. n al that words could ever want is to tell them yes. here sits the loner in disbelief of the the breakdown consider to a fuckin mess. to cross the line would be something that just might have no return. n the mind is determined to override the hearts lessons it's forgotten it's learned. oh how the stick was a thing that was felt to keeping a few around. all in their own had an angle that had me going back for more. n yet, the end was a situation in the so long that went without them knowing the ache in my core. back to basic steps of hey with someone new. saying the same ol shit like the memory wanted to cut ties with the comfort of who was let loose. the nonsense isn't for the emotion to choose but it sure insists on showing up in the aftermath. as yesterday becomes today really super fast. forcing decision to be more sensitive to giving others a real chance by keeping to the definite no no's. n that's what's gotten this fool sitting without a friend in an empty room. missing the point of consideration that they're as human as the one in the mirror always calling it quits. just to chuckle with a fuck, just wanting to live. in the arms of a good woman able to be with her own lil flaws. as daydreams drift of the day mometns are hung upon the wall....
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