Someone’s…

Someone’s crying. Someone’s in pain. Someone is sinking. Someone just needs a friend. Out there somewhere tonight, tears fall. Endless hurt had control. Someone emptiness had been filled by the void. Someone just needs someone to hold. Alone and coming undone. In their silent torture they as others break down. Lost in their own world. Betrayed on a level of disbelief they weep unbearable sounds. Out there going through the cycle of people, pressures and circles. Someone folds another hand dealt. Moving a bit slower to gather thoughts. Someone’s gaining themself. Someone at the beginning of the end. Keeping them from any further agony of continuing going on fumes. Their heart is taking a blow. It hurts but there’s a resurrection of use. As ugly as it is there’s a beauty in the making. Someone’s hanging on. Another just let go. Some are confused just wanting more. Someone’s at ease. Someone’s sitting in the dark where they make sense. Someone’s been taken for granted. Someone, hidden away, it teetering the fence. Some fell. Some are dangling by fingertips. All are descending under conditions that are as tense as tongues can tell. In their moment alone they call out to the night. Restless and over the bs. Someone’s hasta accept the terms in which they face. Someone’s forgotten how to live…

It’s a thing…

I try. It’s thy heart that refuses to adapt. Honesty at best. I can’t feel much as my wuss retract. From the progression to the valve’s unwillingness to pulsate to another’s presence. There’s a limited amount of emotional interactions I can reciprocate as it makes things tense. I mean well but I’m a man that just wants to precipitate the only way I know how to. I try, it’s just I don’t operate by someone else’s fingertips attempting to get me to move. No strings attached isn’t a sexual thing to me, I can’t be a puppet to anyone’s dreams. Bcuz here in reality there’s a version of me I’d havta ignore to perform. Away from me is a thing to find an another luv’r. Never to return once they’ve fallen into pleasing others. The final result is they wouldn’t want the real me that didn’t contribute to their selfish gains of luv that smothers. I try. I give things time. I’m pure in my intent. My use just doesn’t come from my chest. The tenderness I possess is accordingly throughout a day. There’s moments to show what matters in a physical sense without the possibility of being tamed. Why can’t a man be what he is to be felt?  Who says a woman knows how a man’s supposed to conduct himself? But if one hasta try, is it natural? So what am I to be, external or internal? Sensitively, I can merely competent it from a masculine perspective. The over emotional tendencies to kid and visit isn’t a comfort detected. I’m a safe place right there glitter sprinkled into my mind. Just one man trying to live my life…

Damaged…

It’s too late to luv her once she settles into the pain. No matter what she does, excepting will be based on a prior altercation that’s driven her insane. There’s no helping the mindset that’s captured her free will to spite gains to perform. Hey only wish it to save self in the saddened music that touches certain chords. She ain’t dead but she’s not far from killing a man’s true intent. Just watching her live within a frustrated structure created by a past forces her to vent. She tried but is incapable of denying a moment to unwind. She’ll always wind back up in the confines of her own mind. There’s just no Trevor worth changing who she’s become. Carrying the toxicity yet, claiming she’s gotten over the trauma. She’ll lie to avoid the drama. As she’s damn near deliriously delusional bcuz she believes no one notices her rants. Her irritability has excuses to why she says she needs to protect her stance. But it’s the wall she stands behind that shelters her to fight treason to outbursts. When she feels attacked her is fails to shine through the bs in which mashed it worse. She can’t fit in and don’t desire to every do so. Although she can’t withstand get on tights when left alone. In her words she’s beautifully broken into bits and pieces so there’s more of her. But it only lowers her self worth. Knowing she was meant to do more than cause a scene. As everyone around her witness the same things. She’s someone the remains of defense as she’s offended quite often. Through time she’s been hardened. With many ways her natural ways are retracted quick. As the wonder exists, is it her true self that is missed?

The fad…

You’ll realize what you some have. All the lil things that create the perfect picture. The best case scenario. The, missing pieces that will turn you into a bitcher. You’ll over look the details of what it is I have to offer. My own comforts. My willingness that goes unnoticed. Bcuz there’s no pleasing a woman who’s undercover. You’ll come to teens with the nit picking as a way to expressing your unsatisfying leisure. Your unmet emotions. Your confusion you create in your own mind. All due to never enough is always the deciding devotion. You’ll want me to love you as if I’m a woman. As if my masculinity isn’t worth it sensitivities. As you forget I’m only but one man. Taking away from my capacities. You’ll ventilate many things before you actually leave. Before you rid me of your life. Prior to finding another you pick apart. Unknowingly you have a systematic defect in your mind. You’ll disagree just pay the hype of settling in. Induce conflict with the way I think. Then label me as a Stefan’s know it all. Just to hide the fact about who you are, bcuz you lied. You’ll get close and cuddly. Feed into having a man who’s different in so many ways. As you slowly emerge from within as a pretender. A friend that can’t seem to comprehend why I wear a smile on my face. You’ll fail to absorb my worth at your mercy. My level headed mindset used as pure thought. As I’ll be the wall you cannot get over to your ego is fed. And when it’s not, life evolves into an unstable irritation as compassion displays its flaws. You’ll be pleasant up until the day you believe you know who it is I am. Then question my judgments and decision. Bcuz they do not align with your own entirely driven needs and wants. That’s when we have an intermission. You’ll be self entitled and hard to talk to. Possibly halting sexual interaction as a tool to punish me. Even transform into an irrational disturbance from a luv’r who emotions being touched. Provoking me to hunt in or be mean. You’ll talk with a harshness upon your tongue. Second guess what it is you do have. Demanding what you don’t. I’m must another fad…

Stillness…

From the stagnant, quiet place in my heart. There’s words unwritten bcuz they cannot align into luv as an art. The silence of the pulse indicates there’s a dormant motionless feel that lingers. As the flesh is the only thing that can enjoy the touch of fingers. Alone is emotion settled into the chest as there isn’t even a flutter to ignore passing twists. The next best thing it to just live and as hope refuses to invest. It’s an error being being almost dead inside. Walking around zombiefied. Smiling, but without the excitement that doesn’t drift with the wind. S humor is the defense ripping loose from the rind. Dam near chuckling to exist so that life isn’t a waste. And it’s strange to feel anything upon the faces. Empty is a misplaced of worth hiding in the dark. Unable to luv through expressions as the physical form is so hard. eBay will it take to vine back from to the light? What reason would register for desire to escape the line? There’s not even a draft that brings a whiff of curiosity with the breeze. Or, it could be, me…

One syllable at a time…

One, two, three little letters filling the spaces in between words. Like voices whispering to fit in to sentences just wanting be heard. Playing a game of opening up. From the good to bad, to simplify us. Witnessed on the teeter of the sensitivities of mental stability. Hiding nothing from the awareness of insecurities. Pushing self outward through the cracks so self can be seen. With the if and or to relate in a confessional piece. Conversation loosens to the flow of? Me, you, contemplating lust. To comprehend how thoughts interact. Gathering the gestures of awkwardness lingering in the left over fragments from a past. Attempting to find what interests align with who are. As honesty turns on the charm. I’d in the details of how tons come together to make sense. So the mind doesn’t havta shield the heart from all the fake suspense. In the arrangement of the alphabet in its simplest form. One syllable sounds create a harmony worth the chords. Like a heartbeat that allows life to move. Listening to talk with precession is the glue. Never to confuse a like minded friend willing to grant someone access to who they have become. On the beginning it’s the sound of lessons slidting down the tongue. Eating the bodies language confirm what to be said. Spoken in a tone that’ll live in the head. With a handful of fillers like, yes, I’m, in, the, now. Engaging in eyes connecting like, wow…

Progression…

I went to far. Damn near didn’t come back. The bottom of the heart was such an empty place that drove me mad. Emotions ran wild. Character created a character I didn’t know. All along I wore a smile but it itself didn’t feel like home. Deep into the abstraction of depths I broke. Sobering snapped in my head. I chuckled like a loon once I lost hope. And at times I felt I was better off dead. In such a twisted mental instability I recognized myself in a transformation into, through and away, to the getting to the real me. Returning as a friend to the mirror I finally comprehended my stare. My stave off life became crystal clear in a moment where I no longer had to dream. Leading the memories of fate to rot without a care. Looking back, the lives had me under a spell. Although I’ve learned of critical gestures that’s touched my face. As poisonous lips trained y skim as I fall. Numb was the expression loosening my intent to play. Golden bridges melted, luv’rs helped me head from going under. Keeping y eyes above the surface to look them in the eyes. Giving them t physical weight the inner makings that they hungered. But I never lied. The motionless stir spice been so much more. As I was caught up in a web I my own decisions that went idk which way. I was unfucking myself with fingertips that soothed the monster to the core. Silently creasing to break through the wall in between me and the outside world so u could rise from the grave. Living in true form was always the use case. Lying to stuff just wasn’t a thought in the mind. So I drifted scary time as the confetti faded head lasting safe. As it was to float on downstream so it didn’t affect others enjoying the hype. Finding what I lost along the way took shovels and years to dig up. Realizing life is a lonely walk seen people con’s abs go. Selfishly truths emerge to teach a lesson for u just want ready for luv. As I recollect the pitch of every moan and groan. I echoed within as talking to self was unpleasant to partake in. The honesty I couldn’t hide from turned me into a foe with a fowl tongue. Whispering the scrambled up version of me to the night’s grip. In the dark is where I came too, is suffered I became more than a lust. Forced to face the reason of worth. After dying while still being alive. I’m better now that I’ve concurred the one. I hit the ground and bounced and found a lil sense even though it hurt. I’m demented to those who failed to think for themselves. A lil too much for others who go with the flow. I note what triggers the ugly that no longer needs help. Her I am, I’ve grown. Evolved by allowing myself to adapt like a pro. To reconstruct thy will on display in true form. Without strings to move extremities the way the heart tends to do. I’m me again, and, I’m my norm. I choose to resume…

At last…

Don’t be so gentle when you get to carving your name in my back. This is my last rendezvous as ok help me place you with so the others in my past. So sign you man’s frost than the rest. Do like you mean it as the blade carved its way through to my chest. I weans see your true intent come from within as it bleeds me dry. For the ounce of luv I have left to give to this world will end in a sigh. Have at me and make it worth every layer you penetrate beneath. Open me up and find eBay you’ve given me to be retrieved. Take it from me as I’ll willingly find you every single drop. But please, don’t stop. I weans feel you cut into me like no other had off yet. Make it a pretty calligraphy and rub in some ink. Leave me tainted and wounded and left for dead so even I would never miss me. Hurt me being reasonable comprehension so you can live happily ever after knowing you got the last laugh. To the point where I’m ruined, picking the scabs. Oh, the torture of pleasure in the way I’ll scream one last time. Prior to hanging no output emotionally due to the hope removed from my cries. Enjoy the thrill of my endless agony as you walk away. So the smile that emerges you can’t wipe from your face. I’m willing and able to victimize mussels for the sake of luv. At last, my autopsy will show I’m as hollow as a shadow no one can hug. End me. Fulfill your daydreams. When the hate fills your beating heart. I waves be your canvas, your work of art. Cut the scars I have to add to the effect. Give me you best. The display embedded into your mind will give much comfort to your well rested nights. Just remember to hide the knife… 

One lie…

They have a great life. Years has shown the dedication to living with just one more. They’ve lived and been many places to end up face to face. With a supporting cast that luv’s them so. They stand motionless with their secret being known. It’s undeniable in the eyes that can’t shy away. They stand still with a burst of emotions that somehow never escaped. Unable to hear their names spoken by others trying to get their attention. They’re mesmerized by the truth that ignited passion. In the middle of everyone present, they’re on display. Lost in a moment that’s yet to be tamed. Friends and family look on. Realizing the situation is outta the norm. They’re damn near paralyzed as they haven’t even thought that they can’t seem to move. As it’s obvious neither of them could ever come to a truce. For so long they’ve just went with the flow. And at times felt so alone. As to turn and witness a stranger awakening the sacred chambers of the heart. To be shell shocked by the look gazing back without one blaring alarm. They cannot hide the excitement that came to a halt. As a single tear leaks from her right eye in a speechless pause. There’s always been a use that’s captured truth’s intent. For so long it’s been held below the surface of the chest. Not just through the good times but in the devotion of pain. Even when the going without luv was a thing. And resurfacing with another to be retrieved. He slowly wipes her cheek with his thumb. Knowing what will forever be, is luv. As they’ve grown on their own to be a better version of self. Jaws drop when a kiss is felt. Melting the happiness from the unexpected surprise with expressions. The vibe becomes an awe with the whispering chatter they’ve tuned out. Not one sound can penetrate the rekindling of wow. There was only one lie ever told. Telling everyone else of the false coordinates of a place called home…

Curious…

And, if I gave a fuck about what you think. What is it you see in me? If I was to entertain what you believe, who would I be? Trapped in your head is a version of me that’s walking through your immunity. But, here I am in reality. Asking you, “who am I to your tongue”? From your chest to your mouth, let the words of the heart be sung. In the more of knowing by telling it like it is. How is it we coexist. Is there more you want from me trying to find my way? Or am I an afterthought that never reaches your claim? Let’s say, I’m interested in your perception of me. Will you open your mind to tell me things? Do tell. It’s just us here, no one else. If I wasn’t pretending to care. Could you dare? How is it you envision me in your thoughts? If I was to be curious to hear your words reach more than the walls. What depiction of myself lingers in your head that I do not know of? If I was waiting on you to seize the opportunity to speak on hate, like, luv or lusts. Am I considered to be at least one? Or am I to sit in a ponder of, huh? If I was to put you on the spot to possibly awaken an interest. And again, you’re not someone I’d choose to dismiss. If I made you feel like your opinion mattered for a moment in time. So we can acknowledge if anyone else comes into our lives. And, if I were to listen to what you volunteer to say. What would it sound like if you said my name? In its true form, released from your lips. Do I help your smile or do I leave you pissed? For once in my life, if I were to be intrigued. What an I to thee?

Reason…

I may not be who you wanted but here I am in the flesh. I can crawl up under your scars and find comfort in the texture nonetheless. I too have made in through the untamed torture that reinvented me. Without the mask that hides facial expressions, I’ve come to find a need. I don’t wanna die within your sweet spot if it all comes to an end. I just wanna change your perception of me as fingers grip the grasp as they bend. Blending into the connection of eyes staring down a stranger wanting to be known. And even know it ain’t the reason, it’s better than being alone. In your transition from old to new as life doesn’t seem to stop. We ain’t getting no younger, so why not? Use our wounds as pillows to rest for a bit. In silence or listening to the chatter flowing from the lips. I’m no one to you, this I can recognize as a snag. The gamble to allow someone to get close is a drawn out drag. But if I could just touch you once as you feel me near. Sinking in to the depths of the otherwise where we shake the symptoms of fear. Coming from the blemishes carved into our skin to revive the heart beneath. Creating a calm after the rush of dreams becoming a reality. It’ll take some time if it’s given to lead the way. From every dusk that lingers into a dawn to reshape the smile that’s absent from the face. Damaged is only an arrogance to remain on our own. If you open up so I can lay within you and wrap myself with your luv. I’m not asking much. Just a chance to show me to you so you can decide what to do with the lust, crush, trust, rush or bodies laying flush. Just take a look and pause, studying my own metaphorical lesions. Transparent to sight as you look for a reason…

Melophilia…

Without words, she can wrap herself up in me so comfortably. I’m the music that touches her pulse. Her luv’s unconditional calm. With clefs upon my skin as if braille to be read. She feels me deep in her own tender hearted chest. I’m the note her voice speaks as she calls my name. As she’s may composer with every accent representing my heartbeat that’s untamed. Her hands orchestrate my free will with perfection. Without restraint she has my full cooperation. I’m a blank sheet of paper that she’s created a masterpiece upon. The articulation in her precision writes a musical story that can only be felt by the interaction as if her fingers were wands. Ascending and descending on the scales with ease. Breathes become the tempo in which she moves lyrically. Adagio, into the coda that releases her from within. Like the subtle originality of a cadence playing in the wind. I am her natural accidental that creates flutters in her rhythmic values. I’m her accompaniment of the melody she possesses. The orchestra written without a sound in which she obsesses. For she can hear me by merely skimming through my intuitions. My pages are exposed to her naked sight that sets me free for she’s the musician. I’m the musical notation, the sheet music that’s her verbal animation. Luv’s ammunition. She’s my technician. With every beat she feels my presence. Listening to every chord on every bar’s essence. Even if I were muted she knows where my aria sings. From a cadenza to a masterpiece. I’m her symphony she can dance to. She’s the harmony as her whispers are the chorus precisely tuned. Euphonious. Ever so precious. Together we’re a ballad of instrumental bliss and vocal composition. We’re that noise always playing in the background of our minds. As we hum along with the absence of time. Swaying to the vibe that lingers in the way of us. Rhyming with an instrumental we’re conscious…