Faces value...

You're crazy to think you luv me. Why do you think I'm worth the thought outta a million other dreams? It amazes me that you believe I could be someone you could consume. It only makes me chuckle for I am amused. Yeah we get along and have a lil fun. But come on now, luv? I ain't built for the topsy turvy with a friendly foe. Let's just do what we can't to do and you can go on home. I'm flattered, I truly am. But I ain't no one you'd wanna call your man. I'm too into music and living as free as I possibly can so take it for face value. I really like the comfort of my solitude. As I'll never lead you on to get what I have from you. I'd rather be an adult and meet you halfway in between simply living and giving desires their dues. I don't play with emotions nor will I give you mine. But what you can do sure does take up some space in my mind. For the images that come to life when we're together is worth every moment to slow my roll. Just don't consider me more than what I present bcuz it'll just disappoint you as your heart closes to the fold. You don't deserve to be left in a chapter you can't bare to read. There is no we. We won't awaken in the morning to enjoy a full day. I'll have to get back to life as from your fingertips I'll escape. Just to await the next time we find the time to rest in the grasp of a luv'rs worth that Hits spot. Comprehend this or I can't become entangled within the night prior to me kicking rocks...

Earning the keep...

Deep within a man a restless stillness just wants to move. It's the only fear he'll ever know that cannot be shook loose. Women will say he's either broken or shit down. When the truth is his heart is they most sacred piece of self ever found. Tapping into the mental stability that can maintain. With emotion that doesn't have a thought but a feel that's uncontrollable by the face. So to wear a mask in the moments it takes to know for sure of the lingering of likes transitioning into luv. There's details in the eyes that prepare willingness to open up and touch a lil thing called trust. Bcuz when friends expose depths a girl could destroy what a women never would. So he's careful within the way stares define a look. Patiently not giving too much at once protects the longing to get to know a stranger wanting in. As the battle within is a war to enjoy the tenderness of a rush demanding to live. Slow is the roll when true intent is to be known. For the future to hold the memories made by actions shown. He's not less than another willing to play the games just to have a dame close. Add it may even appear he hasn't any hope. But the patience that awaits in hands that refuse to let go of life is unfathomably relentless. Teetering the line in between offensively correct and defensively pointless. Behind eyes is where the alliance made a commitment some will never comprehend. For the heart can only be lent. Used briefly until a decision has surfaced to give a lil of self away. Yet, fighting the urge to open the gates. Silently moving in for the feel of a touch that'll say him free. Wanting to believe she'll never speak the words that she hasta leave. A man in his own grasps the reality of what depths exposed can do. So to give life its creation of time is the only thing that'll ease into a truce. One within himself before every acknowledging what a female can become snuggled up. No one wants to be another had been kinda what was...

So many chapters in...

Things are different in the now sitting still. The mind cannot help but to compare the phases it took to get here with free will. With days that felt better to wise to picking up the pieces to be going just hoping the rest of them gone their way back. It's strange looking into the past. Remembering thy younger self who just wanted to live without the hurt. As somehow the pain felt better than a friend could every comfort words put on hush. And the heart can't feel the luv it once craved so. Here is the moment that comes from the deep of recognition driving firm the road all alone. Nothing seems to be familiar once time slips into the wonder that comes the mind. But there's a belief that that's just life. And days go faster than they've ever before. As the point of living becomes debt stealing hours from the smile that stains what's left of the core. Foreign is the thoughts of who self has wound up turning in to. Wanting nothing more than to slow down and find more than seconds calling a truce. Everything has changed. Even the rain doesn't sound the same. It seems the details of it all are do not coexist. There's nothing but a mental checklist that claims the come up that loses the feel of what can never be missed. For forward progress is the only way to look back periodically to remind self of everything that couldn't be in the presence of keeping from coming undone. Running outta hope and forgetting emotions thrill to expose the depths hidden away from fun. The simple things are the only necessities they may the most. But damn if it isn't like the mirror looks back laughing as self is the roast. When something gets misplaced when the same ol bs gets replaced. Changing the face in ways wasting away describes the obvious unknown. All that was every needed was to find a lil place called home. Once the transformation carries the joy that doesn't know how to be. simply living the dream...