Until…

Knowing you’ve never be truly ready for luv. Not until you no longer wanted to be felt. In constant wonder of what it’s like to have someone looking back with that stare. Until the reduction of emotions is no more than a game in Fuck no one plays fair. Sex being the fall back of intimacy losing is feel. Until it in it’s own is all there is bcuz the heart has been stripped once peeled. When the individual lingers into life looking for a chance to live the dream. Until the same ol revolving faces rotate in the depths of the mind’s reality. All in for the getting to what’s good with a no matter what mentality willing to be defined as a real friend. Until it all fades into the pfft section of wtf ever bcuz there’s always an inevitable end. As pure as intentions can be the flow surges through the body that consumes intent to prove self in eyes able to see truths. Until it’s self walking in solitude with a tight of never being enough so it’s fuck you. Just wanting one person to open up and enjoy a day to day moment to gain the memories that don’t havta be forcefully forgotten. Until the thrill no longer motivates worth for there’s no other that can give the level of acceptance so self isn’t rotting. The belief is as real as air when in the midst of touch getting its way. Until there’s a tongue unable to say an others name. It’s in the makings of being alone for some time to know who’s in the mirror chuckling as if none of it every happened. Until from outta the blue time rests in a split second for self awareness to participate in everything that’s not saddened. Free was a bond to be who one is in the relations moving in rhythm. Until a farewell releases the grips of hands to comprehend the importance of the lesson without ‘em…