No use…

Drop the needle, drop the mic. Doesn’t matter who’s wrong in the middle when depths come full circle in the middle of the night. The heart knows where it belongs after spending do much fuckin time alone. And all it ever wants is to go home. But where is the structure we’ve been taught it resides? Damn if the mind questions life. Please do me a favor bcuz I truly ask for my nothing in return. But, if you could just show some worth. It’s old asf falling short. Every time I open up I find a rebuttal ends my attempt. Of what will never be known as I refuse to vent. I’m here in the mix of finding the mystery of happiness settling into a comfort with the sigh. Sometimes I just wanna die. It’s useless to open up. Luv isn’t luv when characteristics intervene with what matters in the moment of an us. I’m done. But ssh, keep IT in hush. Maybe I’ve overlooked or haven’t found that ease for my bones to move. Life’s good but it conflicts with how the heart just wants to live loose. Boom! Is just another twist that conflicts with the mood in another stagnant room. Proof that I just can’t get it right. It is it me that opposes the creativity that wants to coexist with a friends that connects with the functions is the mind? Is it a question I need to ask? Or am I in the brink of knowing what truly lasts? Honestly, who gives a fuck? Like over luv. If it can’t be in order of getting along, what’s the use? Who looks forward to the inevitable doom? In ask seriousness who has the time for empty empathy? Or am I somewhat of an endless gen x generation that reasons with truths? I’m confused. Who’s who? Why continue word the restrictions of self gathering concepts that conflict with the heart’s groves? Adapting is overrated and that’s being polite. As a gentleman I wanna be alone to enjoy life. I can’t withstand another’s perspectives I can’t relate to, no matter how hard I try to compassionately wanna comprehend. There’s simply no such thing as a frienf. Just fuck and avoid the intimacy that plagues emotions wanting to end it all. No harm, no fowl. But, I’m in the now. Nothing makes sense all again. I’m not my biggest fan. I’m out to get the false sentence of others gathering yet another version of me tried in mental of their own reality stuck in foreverness of me enslaved to an alternate reality of what’s truly real. And this world wonders why I do not wanna feel. I’m just wanting to be left alone. Lemme hide and burrow in my home. I promise not to come out and play. All ask is, please forget my face.::

You, me and he…

What is it you say when your mouth is breathing hot breaths on his neck? As he’s laid up inside of your mind body and chest. I just wanna know if you’re practicing for when you come back around after getting your kicks. I guess I’ve been done wrong too many times as there’s  a fascination of a cheating friend that’s created a kink I wanna throw some dick. Maybe it’s the thought of you getting off that I wanna watch so bad as you scream his name. As I harden from the burden from the way he penetrates you right in front of me taking notice of the expression in your face. You look at me in my fantasies wanting both of us to turn you out. I’d share you to fulfill both of our twisted needs as I feel you cum on his cock and I explode in your mouth. Simply taking turns is the answer to how one man just isn’t enough. I’d actually enjoy watching you get fucked. Doing all the lil nasty shit right before my eyes so I too can climax while wanting to touch. You can be loyal and still bust as we do what we please with you craving to be treated like lil slut. We’ll bring the whore out to playThat you hide and you can participate just by giving it up. I wasn’t right in the head before we meet so just know it’s OK to wanna fuck. No secrets, no betrayals. Just tell me who you want and you can have your cake as we eat and devour every inch if your anatomy and then take sail. Tongue swimming in your ocean with a fat warm meat stick for you to suck on. Or you can just sit on one of us as the other slides slowly up into your azz to force out the filthy obscenities that verbalize a new found norm. You don’t havta sneak around to get what you desire the most. Your flesh, your shape, your face, I’ll share your beauty to witness your hormones being groped. To see the reaction play out in your body language demanding more. In some deranged way I’ve become accustomed to sharing a luv’r who’s excited to be explored. My past has transformed me into a version of if it feels good just do it. So before you think about someone else savagely taking advantage of you, know I’d stare at you with eye contact as you’d be getting your pussy licked. Two on one to settle the anticipation of opening up to your darkest secrets. And yes, I truly mean this. There’s so reason for you leaving just bcuz you cheated. Lemme hear your heavy breathing. Slide down my shaft and feel him enter your azz. Kiss me while it’s you, me and he making this moment last. Taking turns to please you in ways your orgasms come to life. We never need to fight. Just feel his hands on your hips as I stroke you from underneath. We just wanna hear you beg please as you plead. Don’t stop, harder is what’s on you lips. Say that shit. Get it. Open up and get your fix…

Before finding real luv…

I fear the day someone so fresh and sincere comes along and tries to replace you. They won’t know what they’re doing but oh, no, help me. I’m just some fool still enjoying how my heartbeat was put to use. Only if they knew the level they’d havta go to free my dreams? They’d find you dancing in the middle of my empty mind. I’d be waiting a lifetime for you to come on home. They just might feel there is no hope. But luv isn’t for the weak that clings to every other luv’r claiming it’s real. There’s only one type the heart can’t help but to feel. My secret is you hidden behind my eyes as I can’t see no one else. I can feel their hands on my body as they’re not mine bcuz in my emotions they’re simply not felt. I consider it great times with swingers as we pass each other around. As my reality without you will never commit so I will never havta admit that someone took your place as that send to not be aloud. One pulse, one wave, one life to live. Imma die luv’n you from distance bcuz it’s all I have left to give. No matter my encounters with passerbyers while I make sure of the situation I’m in. I live with the chuckles embedded in my ribs. Smiles come and they fade like lights being turned on and off. Evolving in the aftermath is a phase that has self caught up in a pause. Why it is unconditional as you have free range in my heart I’ll never know. You’re just home. It scares me to think one day you’ll never me in my mind as the whispers go hush. As this is the train of thought before finding real luv. In the here as of this far you stand to be a standard of what soothed me. And if another comes along to replace you, you should’ve been here to free me. To release me from the space between my ears thinking of me heart trying to save itself. As this is that moment I tell myself once again, you weren’t much help. So, if I happen to open back up, the memory of you shall vanish in their presence nonetheless. I’m just in a transition attempting to retrain the emotions huddling in my chest. Figuring out what needs to be kept and what needs to go. If I’m to keep it real ima havta face truths to overcome being alone…

This is not a personal piece. I write situational circumstances and a free range of topics…

Speaking in tongues…

Speaking from a train of thought that reflects in words of repetitive escapes. Wait. Lemme gather a new sound so I can rotate my mind to match the look upon my face. I don’t wands talk outta the side of my neck. Nor make sense to only me making things tense. I’ve evolved but I haven’t shown a thing of what comes next. I guess I live in suspense. From the cuff to live a bit until I get it right. Sighs climb so high. Coming out in the replacement of words as I get lost in time. Unspoken is a usefulness hidden and aimed down a snipers sight. Until the target is acquired that doesn’t consist of resisting the imaginary thrill. I smile bcuz my truths are in the cheesiness of my chills. Just listen to the chuckles rumbling my side. Feel the ripples of laughs that escape through gestures reaching with a silence so defined. But I’m trying to express the echoes in my head that not even you can hear. But if you lean in a lil closer I’ll attempt to whisper them into your ear. Fear me not as I loosen my lips to the pitter patter of soft syllables that aren’t trying to seduce you. From the inside leaking out seeking a different type of use…

Behind your eyes…

I don’t mind spending time behind your eyes. I like doing my part to ghost write your life. Living in the exchange of your face that changes shape. Never to be tamed as I refuse to escape your brains tight process creatively made. To be warm like an ora is such a beautiful norm. Wanting more of me dripping into the pour of your heart so you’re never alone. As calligraphy describes how notes draw me up in your head with the way it’s said for me to move as if we were in the same bed. Using words like wet, chest, best, invest, blessed, breast, nonetheless just a blessing as I rest. I enjoy tempting your imagination to play in ways every thought cannot wait for the nights to be embraced. Giving you reasons to think about the experiences in which I read in daydreams that lead into deep dreams as I breathe you with a wink. For the pulse will slow into an ease to please breaths so subtle free will be defined in your wants craving a the need of me. One day to give life to the reasons of why I’ve become the comfort in your sighs. From left to right as you chase me behind your eyes for if never made you cry. 

How time flies…

I woke up in tomorrow in which made it to today as I was thinking about yesterday when I was motionless and well behaved. Something’s different here in the future of all places to wind up as I’m no longer running from flings and old luv’s clinging to my mind’s memory and I can’t seem to remember the altered story. Once upon a few days ago my face was smeared from a scam ran on my heart’s calling that displayed do not disturb in every expression and in so many irrelevant ways. As crossing the threshold of time warped me so fast I don’t recognize this new version of me unable to see my past tense that didn’t last. I’ve been trying to adjust every since the sun came back around but without my frown the funny clown isn’t laughing the in the same ol way, so what now? It appears the war in my head is over as every battle has scattered with its chatter unable to batter and belittle me with a tongue that can’t be heard bcuz it doesn’t matter. I opened my eyes to a the day chasing the night away so it can’t touch the horizon racing for me to escape all the stagnant pain that drove me insane. Prior to the now dreams mourned overnight and morphed into clarity by the time the daylight made life once again, alright. The fading of the weight in the dark created space to counter gestures that changed as of late. Soon enough came around for me to live a lil more than I did before that’s for sure. As I sigh feeling revived, thinking my my my, how time flies…

Victorious…

I’ll win without disturbing your peace. I’ve learned a few things, like how to breathe with keeping composure instead of coming lose at the seams. I need not get rowdy from an emotional altercation. So when I turn and walk away, know I live through demonstrations. As even my pettiness chuckles in victory bcuz I bypass the bs of going back and forth. If you’re not happy go find where your heart belongs as I walk you out to lock the door. There’s no games worth playing if they don’t involve our genitals being exposed. As there’s no sense in going without sexual desires due to what contributes to the crumbling of a home. I don’t fail nor do I  lose. I’m my own standard and things are what they’ll be until they’re removed. You will never defeat me. I will never fall victim to illusions that have complicated my daydreams. Yapping off at the gums is for impersonators attempting to verbally persuade others. I’m not a mimic of your gimmicks just to be your luv’r. I will outlast you in every way. Either near or from afar is what must be for my sanity to calculate what hearts claim. It doesn’t matter how life tends to go. My smile works even if you decide to leave me alone. You’re here until you’re gone this I know. I’ll enjoy you for as long as your feelings are validated with hope. It’s a win win for me. I do not plead…

claim the end...

Once you’ve bored yourself with me after giving me a watered down version of what you say you have to offer. Moving on to find the next thing that’ll never make you happy as you pounce from this one to that one looking for another luv’r. It’s been nice to have known you. Now shove off and float face down. Goodbyes are forever and like ghosts that don’t exist, there’s no coming back to life. Listen to the way it sounds. Dig your grave and lay with the snuggle of dirt as I cover you with the luv in which you came from. Be as still as the disbelief you’ll cause my expressions trying to redirect luv. Just don’t be afraid to find you someone who didn’t expect you to grow. A sucker to tell you yes, as if you’ll be satisfied with the bitch you’ve created him to be before you leave him alone. It’s in the way of modern women is why men just wanna fuck. Just long enough to be superficial so that the solitude is to comfort the trust. But say it with a smile that you can’t reshape. I'll shit a good smirk that no longer speaks a familiar name. Come, get what you’ve came for so I can pass some time. I like being single in between the bafoonery of fake gestures that mount up to worthlessness that create the obscenities of my life. You’re a plaything as I’m supposed to need hurt when you go away. Although, the only thing that’ll bother me is giving up my freedom until you’re done acting out your game. So, who’s getting played? I’ll have my cock in more than your face. You’ll receive a cheap emotional thrill prior to looking onward to what else is out there. And I won’t care. I’ll fill your void so I can touch you in ways you tell the next fella he’s the best you’ve ever had. I just hope you cum and go fast. So I can get back to doing what I wanna do with myself. No, you’ll never be felt. You’re not the type that knows what it takes to earn a friend. So do what you do and claim the end…

I'm not me...

It’s who I’ve mutated into is why I must go. I’m not me by you as this I know. I have to leave you here with the ghost of me. I don’t like who I’ve become none the less. There’s a version of me that I’ve forgotten how to be. And I’m going back to what makes sense to how this reads. Somewhere, I’m not a stranger in my own reflection . Bcuz it’s me when I’m with you that I forget to mention. So I’m loosening up emotions too get a better feel. So I can accept me for someone who’s real. Alive and in the mood to live. I have more of life to give. To another that isn’t you when they define my luv. I’m giving up on you prior to there's nothing left of me to trust. I need the friend within these writings that cannot hide. I’m tired of doing time in my mind. Going over the possibilities that possess my will to survive. I want to do be me again. And I cannot do that here in the making of a monster with unstable hands. It’s me or it’s you. All I want is to call a truce. So, I can fit the molding of me as I fade from growth or actually bloom into worth. For this place is stagnant as fuck and I feel alone. But it’s the missing person I cannot locate that I've never seen. Due to it was me I halted to please your dreams. I’m not happy. I stopped laughing. I’m not a twisted mystery waiting on a magician's trick to change me. I can’t breathe. I’m suffocating from this person mimicking who I am. Of this imposter I am not a fan. I gotta go. I havta find my flow…

let down...

I can’t even get into my heart, what makes you think it’ll let you in? It doesn’t trust me and you’re a stranger. Imagine the solitude that comforts the texture within. I’ve tried to relate with the feel but I’m on the outside just wanting another chance. I guess averted puts you in the mix of wanting to dance. My emotions are stubborn enough to kill me before I’m to ever open up. That alone should tell you what you’d havta be for me to convince myself that you’re any different than the eventual pain that turns off luv. I’m a man and I hate being tougher than any hands that’s ever touched me but I’m I'm forced to stop. I went too deep and learned a few things about me that have been in the makings of having a use. My mind knows what to do, it’s just my thumper doesn’t need a so called friend to pull the plug on forever prior to it living the proof. If I’m broken in your eyes, I’d suggest you leave me be. There’s no easy way to get you to free me from the shackles in my dreams. I’ll agree with you bcuz my pulse is a flatline to say the least. All I know is how to stand on my own two misguided feet. Call me a let down and shuffle yourself into a new reality without me to somewhere you can get what you're so deserving of. I’ll remain here, moving slowly to the rhythm of my own beat vibing with lusts I can’t trust. But I won’t havta open up my chest as if I have the key. My vibe can’t be felt as I refuse to lead. I will I ever follow another for they’re on their own path. It’s ok though bcuz relations move so fast. One day joy is a serum to dive in to as the next is words that don't know the meaning of hush. As the drowning tears chase away the memory as loose fingers throw up a duece. That’s when the endless cycle returns to unchain the melody lost in between the ribs cage. Creating an expression that can't be faked in which is smeared upon the face...

simultaneously in motions...

No one actually luvs anyone else. They luv the feeling they get when they’re holding another. As thoughts roam freely through the mind, emotion rises to the occasion. Making it easy for free will to do things for another. Things happen and primes move on to express what’s going on within them to someone new. The cycle repeats by claiming luv is shared when in fact no one can truly feel any other creating their own version on desire. There’s not one single individual that isn’t in luv with themself. For there’s multiple types that can help self to ignite a feel of joy. But without the inner makings taking part there’s simply nothing there. Self hasta be aware of the phases we go through on our own. Allowing a fresh start with a stranger to feed the endorphine's hope that it’ll last in an imaginary forever. We’re delusional to save ourselves the pain of being simultaneous creatures. Willing to interact to gain access to a better version of who it is we hide from a world that has no mercy. To luv who we are is to show others we’re capable to treat them as we treat ourselves. Red flags can give indications to leave certain chameleons alone. As we face off within relations attempting to relate with a friend who’s gonna leave one day. When it comes back around, the curtain closes for the world to see. And the mind folds into chapters trying not to forget lost dreams...

To you, I don't exist...

Don’t come to me when I won’t know you’re near enough to touch me. If I cannot awake just know, what I’ve come to accept you as is written in stone. My calling isn’t your excuse to say goodbye one last time. If you’re not here don’t bother with the half hearted bs you hide behind as I lay as still as still can be. Worth doesn’t come after the facts of use that was never shown. We’re not even associates so claiming we were ever friends would be yet another bold face lie. Don’t ever cry for a stranger you didn’t care to know. I won’t be to awake at the wake you need to be absent at. Verbalizing that, my truth is I’m better off knowing you don’t exist. For outta my head you’re finally gone. No more memories, no delusions, no bs. If I’m free don’t appear before the ones I luv. You don’t belong in the same room mourning their loss. Have some fuckin respect for once in your life. You don’t deserve to witness my last moments of what everyone will remember of me. You can’t comfort anyone in my life. And you're regrets don’t matter so live with them as I sleep. I’m not weak I just won’t have the capability to defend myself as you whisper in the crowd. Like the breeze you flow so just fuck off and enjoy out living me. It’ll be a smile I’m sure you’d be proud of. One last laugh at my expense is what I do expect. Do you and leave me alone…

I gained me…

For you to miss out on me is for you to be willing to miss out on me. And you’re not here with me where I rest as you reside over there somewhere living the dream. I often wonder if you’re just a lingerer lost, only allowing strangers to touch you long enough until you relocate. Maybe you’re just a selfish individual who hasn’t found that friend in the mirror missing. Writing the smile on your face so you can live under a spell so devastating. It’s possible I was just a moment shared that was merely a stepping stone to comfort your feet. As your life is for you to spend, in which ever way it gathers its means. I once held you in my grasp that’s listened to the feel of you being gone. As no one as of yet has gotten past the wall that protects the memory of you that’s gone wrong. Missing from this newly founded life is you not missing a single thing about me. If you did, it would be known and there’d be a joy that sets my emotions free. But that’s all in the getting over someone that lied straight faced to a friend in ruins that never had a chance. My brief interruption wasn’t much on an impact for us to continue our dance. I’m just an afterthought to the one my heart couldn’t help but to choose. As it was I that was refused. Belittled and befriended by the ultimate choice of preference that you were in my eyes. And now all I have is time. To wait out this life trying to get you off of my mind somehow. I’m no one to you, I know this to be a factual, although it’s profound. For I’ve watched others come and go in your presence and I can’t help but to be confused. It’s always their fault with the same outcome as your flaws luv to be the recluse. I see you the way you don’t see me prepping what you can’t admit to yourself. I’m the only one that was there to help me, I simply wasn’t felt. If we're the lesson I needed to round out my mind. I learned a lot by entertaining your true intent so I could better comprehend worth’s reason to why. I continuously played the part at least one more time bcuz of who I was, as I was someone no one could get to. It was a must for me to endure the meaning of compassion as my composure had to create a sense of use. I was untouchable until I opened up to a luv’rs smile that had nothing to give in return. But oh, how it hurt. How you gave to me the one thing you didn’t realize you had to share with me other than the way you flirt. Betrayal. It was unveiled. As the old me was unalived. For you were no longer mine. As nowadays I cling to the experience bcuz I came from it a reasonable man. With the knowledge of participation being everything that lasts as long as it can, while it can. I obtained me in the journey of luv awakening the stagnant version of myself that was never asleep at the wheel. I live as I'm alive and I've got me now, with the consideration of another wanting to partake in something to feel. In a sapiosexual way where physical sexually is a plus. Without you shunning me and me willingly to seeing how far you’d take me in a detour as you still insist on a woman is someone to trust…

Halting compatibility…

Drama is like buzzards circling over your head. Looking down, patiently waiting for their time to feast. Wanting communications to be dead so bellies can fill on others demise to say the least. It’s your way or no way on a verbal scale of who can talk louder so the breaths scent of differences is to be attacked. As the volume within conversation never fail to ignite frustration. I’ve done the math and far back and watched you destroy relations within inner circles with infuriation. Irritated by others in their own mindset is a trigger for you as I’m well aware. Being a half a heartbeat left from your pulse being activated in real time only drives a wedge.  Say you care, but deep down you know even the surface of your face changes as you walk good intent to the ledge. I’ve come to witness the realization that you do not possess the skills to coexist through mutual respect. You’re so offended, no matter who speaks of an alternate version of frustrations come about. Tones flip a switch in moments where conversation turns away from twisted content on the tongue of a serpent spitting venom through sound. It’s always a combative issue with you. Halting compatibility as others refuse to get close enough to fully accept the script you have to tell as you to play. As I myself am toeing the line on removing you from my sanity that’s questioning me due time, I entertain the chaos I swore I’d never allow to take place. You can’t relate in times of toxicity showing its azz. As the severity of your own creation is bypassed when your fingers point at others believing you're a lost cause. Your past is still embedded in your every word spoken but you insist you’ve changed to become a better person as you’re honestly trapped in your flaws. No on's perfect. No one is going to go sing with the shockwave after so long if dealing with your kind. It’s not that you ain’t worth it, it’s just your presence interrupts their peace of mind…

self aware...

Luv is final as it will die. But after the fact of moving on as if being reincarnated, what is it you’d wanna remember for life? Or is it, who is it you’d wanna be remembered for? Once you’ve turned and walked outta someone’s need for more. Whispers will follow you as to remind yourself of who you are in the now. So how is it you tend to act in ways in which will make you look back ever so proud? Character isn’t a functional character here in the makings of coexisting. Emotion fades like vanity as both become horrifying in time due to there’s only the entitlements of resisting. Eventually we must face ourselves with a slew of truths gathered along the way. As in the afterlife, where moving on we take with us what we can never escape. Mentally we’re aware of our own dysfunctions of trial and error. But at some point, what we’ve learned hasta be present in how we move before Paul becomes the barer. The good moments will pass to resurface more than a few again and agains that regurgitate goodbyes. So why do we allow what will transform us negatively into a monster telling versions of lies? We’re not virgins who are new to how things can play out. As tongue need not be one sided in the downfall of hope clinging to the beat of the heart pounding so loud. To enjoy whatever comes and goes is repetitively insane. So, is self just waiting on another irreversible ending to place the blame? As to be in between worlds that resemble relations is supposed to be the correction phase so we attract the likeliness of a likeminded individual that’s lived through their own shame. There’s no need in squandering the brief self reflection that creates a better sense of who we claim to be just wanting to avoid the pain. Bad decisions linger from one universe to another. If you can relate, that’s one person’s perception of reality to another’s as we slither simultaneously through spaces void to touch every single and multiple luv’r. Tension exists through distasteful tongues that tell tales of who self only claims to be. Or is it, the truth is everything words penetrate to remain emotionally deep?

The nurturer and the caveman…

Why not be the emotional aspect I try to express? You could be the representation of who I am as the man in me is safe to fight this world away. My softer side can live through you as you’nt havta get beaten down ever again. Be the peace that compliments who it is I need to be. A replica I cannot show for the weakness of a man is measured by his stance confirming leading the way. With someone like you I'd have a confident confidant to watch my back if I’m to need a second wind to acknowledge another angle I may have overlooked. I’ll be the bad guy every time if you’d use your femininity to sooth the feel of you I possess inside. Know that you’d exist in my mind and be the reason I should open up. There’s a gentler version of myself only a certain type will ever witness. For I’m not everyone’s plaything to toss about my secrets and details. Level up to privacy and protection from your own natural intent. Be the woman as I’ll be the simplicity of what a man truly is. Just like me before you, like me bcuz there’s a good chance if you don’t this will never work. That’s when the respect breaks down and a friend mutates into an enemy. And there’s combative egos that I have to deal with daily that I don’t want to entertain as it is. Having another disruption isn’t a desire but a nuisance I simply cannot allow. I’m ok with you enjoying me as I become a safe space for you to evolve. As I make the hard decisions so your feelings don’t cloud your judgement. And if I get a few of them wrong you’re not to blame. For you’ve merely stepped back to coexist for our strengths to be active. You’re a nurturer by design. I’m a caveman gaining wisdom to share. Nothing more, nothing less. These terms if accepted could gain a real friend for life…

Woman vs woman…

Face shots. I know your ego is sore. My blank stare is an idgaf. Creating your gestures of discomforted expressions that shows I’m under your skin. Just by being me I win and I don’t have it in me to play that game. You’re triggered and I figure ours your issue displayed across your face. As the silly side of me wonders what you’d do if I were to whip my around in your direction real fast. To see if I can get you to jump off the ledge in your mind. Bcuz hope you’re looking at me confirms I bother you. So for the giggles let’s say I give a lil tudage when I look you up and down. Are you just wanting to hate me from a far? Or is it, there’s jitters beneath the surface that you wanna get off your chest? Mood swings. Are you feeling a certain type of way? Dies my presence infuriate your mindset. Bringing hate along for the ride of emotional distortions. Why are you glitching? Becoming a different version of who you were before I walked in the room. Is your silence that gives you away. The reflection of e in your eyes not entertaining your childish behavior. The only reason I noticed you was bcuz I needed to bypass you. I don’t even know you. Haven’t even thought about it. Your demeanor is just off. It’s a violation of the moment we crossed. Bitter sweet. You’re ugly and I’m living it up. Complications of my best life AB’s the worst response. I wouldn’t wanna live inside of you. To be trapped behind that mug is prolly why that smear on you wear is worn upside down. I’m not that important to you in the way I could care less to even sigh on your behalf. Girl please. Go find a sunset to be mad at…

Stepping…

I ain’t moving. Stepping to the side isn’t an option and I’m not the type to be drooling. But I dare you to turn away. Bcuz life with or without you will be popping as I get on with my day. Bring me struggles or attempt to drag me down. If you’re willing to tempt me to hold you accountable I won’t frown. Do your thing and watch me live. You or no one else will ever be more than life can give. We can enjoy it together and find us. Turn likes into the possibilities of luv. But I ain’t half stepping myself to pease your insecurities acting out in verbal violence. Be a woman in your own way and this thing we do can speak in silence. I’ll tell you once on what it’ll take and that’s ask the details you’ll ever need. It’s on you from then on to be my peace. Otherwise, the first time you overstep your space I’ll step over you getting to going where I intent to end my days. I’m not hung up on emotions when I have an existence craving everything from the mountains to the oceans waves. Who’s with me matters to a point but anyone who comprehends the truth of use will do. If no one wants to be and let be I’ll drift on the planes as I move. Being alive ain’t shit to me. I’m comforted by the ease that comes with the pleasure of doing what I want. So don’t get you hooks into me for I can’t be caught by vanities crush. As wherever can be home at any given moment to sit for a while. Trust me when I tell you, I don’t need to to smile. I’ve been doing it on my own for as long as I’ve been alive. But if you wads calm down and breathe I have the time. We’re here and the mood fits the scenario for the scenery to fill the void to relax for a few. But I ain’t afraid to speak on inconsistencies that I havta waste a breath on as if you’re new. I ain’t down playing you, I’m just gonna be honest from the get go of anything ever transforming from strangers crossing paths. Bcuz one day we too will pass. Until then imma be real with myself. I’m the only one who feels what I feel so it’s me that’s the only one I seek help. You’re just an additive to make life more of a soothe. So live loose. Stepping could be a good thing or a final page. I know who I’ll be to you with the expressions upon your face. Words need not demands but whispers flowing so easily are a must. If it ain’t natural I don’t want your type of luv…

Realizing worth…

What of the moment I realize I couldn’t hate you even if I tried? Would you cry for me in my honesty created by simply loving living life? If you were the happiness added to my own accord moving with the breeze. Could you see me witnessing you without being on my knees? I’m accountable bcuz I’m the only one I cannot cut out of my mind in which is where you live regardless if you stay or not. If there was no softer side of me without you would you believe there’s no altered reality for me to make my thoughts stop. As you linger in my head on and endless quest to ease the way I feel. How would you respond if I told you this is real? But I havta remain me. Without the lies that you’re forever as we adjust to truths of ghosts of dreams. False hopes aren’t a part of the usefulness of your touch. And it’ll take me some time to even dip my toes into luv. No matter how deep you wanna dig into my chest. It’s easier to ride a mentality to relate to interests to invest. So we ain’t regretting a loss and referring to a past lost. Bcuz we forgot to pause. Help yourself feel what you can’t hide. I’ll be the witness to how we play out in the middle of life. Slowly floating down the pulse and eager to ease into the heart. Let’s just say, I know my part. You don’t havta remind me of my intent at any giving point to reassure yourself. If you see me, accept you’re more emotional than I am but I can be felt. I do feel only what I can as you do. We’re never gonna be on the same wave at the same exact time so. If you knew of the words I don’t speak of. Would you see through me and realize it’s not just some lust. For who you are to me is for me to know. As I’m who you’re gonna imaging me as someone you hold. If you’re a come and go I’ll be sitting with the memory until I adjust. The realist shit is moving targets eventually take an arrow and fall for luv. To hear names softened to intensify intent. So what if I come to a crossroads where we normalize our scents? Could you, would you, should you, believe I’d be content to walking with you? Until you’ve alerted my mind in which you’ve entered to work loose. If I admitted you’re behind my eyes doing things I didn’t was imagine again. If I just wanted to be a man. Of the response I wonder. Bcuz from the threshold of the next level everything changes. And comforts fades into the hands of a luv’r holding on for how long? In the beginning I never thought of the end until I realized I cannot go wrong. But what if I am? Who’s gonna hurt more after we land? Imma go my way and you’ll find another to fill your days. That’s the way it goes so who’s truly claimed? It’s then when remembering slowly becomes vague. But the remains of an us will remind us from time to time of a face. Trapped in age is someone from days to years ago. But what if I’m not afraid to live through the many different types of moans and groans? Taking a chance to better life. Getting past the mental illusions of the early hype. If you were a friend what would I miss out on if I said nothing at all? When your voice could be, would be, should be, ricocheting off the walls. In my truths I teeter on an us. Upright and laying flush. But if you knew these details of my pulse that crawls through me when you’re near. You’d know I’m at the doorstep inviting you in without fear…