Die in you…

Just to die in your heart, I want in. It’s the only place I’ll ever go to live. Deep in the texture of luv to soothe my skin. The last place I should be, the first place I believe I should’ve been. Swimming in the divine of satisfaction of what I know is you. I don’t wanna come up for air, just put me to use. Imma hard one to drag across the line to believing in woos. Just take me in and get to getting to my truths. I’ll be who I am in the light as one no one gets what’s buried in the dark. I wanna die inside of you and leave a never-ending scar. Ripping you open to seal the wound from the inside of your heart. I belong beneath your surface flowing deeper than you can reach to remove me. I'm bound to feel you breathe. To die in you with my last breath being the pulse of never wanting to leave. I’ll remain tucked away in a safe place and connected to your dreams. Beyond my time for as long as you have to live to remember me. Claim this man I am trapped in you and set me free...

Not on my final day…

Don’t tell em I’m a good person bcuz you know damn straight if I were we wouldn’t be strangers here today. As I lay motionless for your tongue to live up to every curve of syllables that rambled on for quite some time. Don't switch up now. It's ok to hate me the way you do. Remember to tell em of all the flaws you seen in me as you protect yourself from their ridicule and judgements. The quiet part is your secret that are those of your own. It’s okay, I’ll remain the problem you sought out so you had someone to blame. Even though I know the boogyman in your head doesn't look like me. I'll be the scapegoat. That, I don't have a choice in but it's okay bcuz I was built for the load so you can live on. I couldn't live to your accord as your expectations wasn't that of my own for self. I had my own dreams to make happen after so long of caring so much of others. I was put on hold for you. My life altered as what I wanted had to wait. Although, I found a use to keep me going until the full circle rounded about that never completed the bubble when it came titled around the bend. You forgot that I was as human as you. I heard your voice's ridiculed who I was behind your eyes. So don’t show up when I expire in this dimension for there's no score being kept. Don’t sacrifice your character. Live in the energy that carried sound through the air of how I did what I did the way you seen it without hearing my side of the reality I lived.  Don't part with what you allowed to be known of me for me now. None of it matters anymore. You're free. Don’t show em the weakness of luv to have the ability to relate with the monster I've become in your version of what you claim you know. Keep the facade on display that you’ve found for you to exist in this world as I'm the standard of what not to be. I get it. With the pain you express with the tears that just might flow. It's a lil too late to care. There’s no point in pretending you like me so appearing at my funeral isn’t as necessary as you’d think. There's no need in fake smiles. No reason to put on a show. Help yourself to make sure you evolve so your safe space isn’t interrupted at my expense. Now that I am gone, make sure everyone knows of the energy you’ve directed at me in which was how I could’ve lived to your demand. For I have my own choice of words that are wiser than you’d care to hear. But I'll just say what I'm saying in this deficiency of hope that died ever so slow. I’ve done all I can as I was to fade away to help the sanity from the constant pressure to live up to what you thought was best. In the real world heroes die. But, don’t tell em I didn’t fit the strings so I couldn't ever be the puppet to moving to the beat of you drum.  Everyone makes mistakes as we all see fit to create a life from the experiences we get involved in by merely breathing day by day. Inching our way along like walking the edge of sanity's smirk. And that’s the thing you must keep the most dear to the luv you have for the lifestyle you choose. I never wanted you to be like me. But don’t tell em. Don’t expose the echoes of hate to the aftermath that will forever be the last word. All I ever wanted was for you to become you. To take what I had to offer and better your chances long before I ever woke up to breaking the cycle myself. Just don't come to see me that one last time like you’ve waited to get the last say so. Not on my final day. Tell em anything you want at any point in time. Just leave me be one last time. I’ll be at peace without the constant chaos of likes and dislikes that were aloud to wedge a divide through the lack of experience of what it takes to accept outside the norm of fingering life out in all of our own unique ways. If I’m no one to pester to be around, don’t tell em it’s your fault we fell apart. You’re only the judgements that make the vote count to only you. We’re all human so don’t carry that weight. Just live. Find your way the same way you did without me while I still had air in my lungs. Be as silent as I'm laying at ease as the rheum that keeps your eyes shut. Eyes that are yet to never see me again. Don’t change the pitter patter of the spark in your chest. You’ll be fine without me. Just look at you now. Plucked from my shadow that was too dark for you to feel the sun. Thing is, we’re all misunderstood once we find ourselves. If we actually become to be, without trying to figure it out before we live long enough to reflect back on the truth that cannot be changed. As I’ll be the last version of me without your presence when you already know there’s things that could've been handled differently while others were still alive. Just be the center of your own universe and oppose any other way that doesn’t align to the entitlements of the lost cause. We’ve come to be ghosts prior to my departure so let’s keep the theme so you can believe what you want. Shh, silence is the best thing that could ever capture the essence of self-righteous demands. Lets not cater to the mutilation of family first. Let it be. Let it go. There’s no reasoning with the monster you’ve triggered from deep within me that refused to fight. It attempted to avoid the war you craved so we didn't transform into the game that has ended. There is a power over me that you were never meant to possess. One that you’ve failed to obtain. And from it no one needs to know of the intent behind your eyes. I’d rather this world learn of you as you become a better specimen that you can live with. You will get older. Life will push you. Things will happen that'll mold you into something that seems to be a bit like me. Unlike me, you're too into the norm to see it. My faults are mine as you’ll have yours when you begin to deteriorate. I just wanted to take part in the situation that should've lingered in between us. But like the emptiness that holds no weight, don’t appear outta nowhere when your ears catch whispers of my fate. I’ll just remain the memory that wasn’t worth two fucks to truly come together for a lifetime of luv. So, from a distant stand clear with fingers that point in my direction. Your deception is my secret I’ll carry to my grave. To bury it in the unknown contents of, wtf was it all ever for? Don’t tell em you miss what you couldn’t find in your own heart. Let em believe I was the issue as I pretended to be untamable and unbreakable. Don't tell em you never really got to know me. It’s in the matter of the respect that you lack and yet, you demand it to be given. But you’ll grow and witness yourself with all the lil things you’ll wanna change that you simply can’t. That's when you'll defy me the most. Don’t show up after I’ve crossed over. I’ll not have a need for it no more as a stranger isn’t someone who should be smiling at me. You fucked up with me. You thought I was like you. But I don't forgive what I see with my own eyes. Not on my final day...

The quiet part…

The hood is a place where accountability doesn’t call home. A place in which everything is everyone else’s or all other things fault. It’s where bare minimum is the equivalence of bitterness for someone else having what another doesn’t. The hood is fake asf. Enemies are friends waiting for their moment to belittle you. It’s where good is bad and bad of good in some weird twisted delusion where the norm of negative overrides individuals thinking differently. It’s a place where morals must go along with the social structure of bs or else be labeled. The hood only works in the hood bcuz it cannot fit the structure of real life. It’s a place where hate loves to bond. It’s a collective of followers doing the same ol shit without ever breaking the cycle. The hood is a place that infects other aspects of life. A disingenuous facade that lacks the freedom to be true to self. It’s a place of actors being characters in a played out scenarios, and too often they’re playing the same roles. Some embrace the chaos and others are born into a situation in which they’ve never fit in to. Outsiders think it’s cool as anyone with a clear thought process can admit the hood is a shit hole that sensible people want to get away from as the judgement points at them due to tongues accusing them of thinking they’re better than others as a tactic to keep them trapped in the nonsense. The hood is a place of going with the flow as an unwritten rule of snitches get stitches. But that’s the exact mentality of why it’s gotten to be the way it is. It’s a place in which loyalty doesn’t exist when money or prison terms come a knocking. It’s a place where race trumps everything else.

Hips in motion…

Fuck me until you glitch. But don’t leave a mark like a weak azz bitch. Do it like you mean it without shame in your eyes. Ride me into my distasteful side. If you do it just right the raw side of me will magically appear. Sweet golly grind my gears. I’m did for scarf you have laid out in your mind. Right amor now is around that time. Make it wet and slide on down. Bury me deep and moan me all those sacred lil sounds. You don’t havta be perfect, you just havta cum until your legs twitch. Throw it in me and smack me until I refuse to flinch. I like it rough so don’t be shy. I’ve been waiting on you to fuck me all night. Bring a friend of have me all to yourself. Just don’t hold back when the gosh gets to being felt. Take every inch as you insist on when we implode. From there we’ll teach the heights of how we explode. Lemme see those bitties bounce me a swing. Oh how sweet I enjoy the crave of the need. With you hips in motion put me where you seek me to touch. Cowgirl style, I’ll be your 

I’ve already won…

My cock will fuck your ego into submission. I’ll watch it from across the room, in rhythm with the approval of the demolition. Gasp when the deep shallows out. I enjoy those lil sounds forced outta your mouth. You won’t be so tough when you’re outta touch with yourself. Once you become what you truly are, needing my help. Play roll and turn me on. I like the challenge I’ll win as you quiver to my score. It’ll be one for me every time you lose control. Laying in your juices from me swimming in your hole. Dirty lil obscenities will flow so easily. Kinky lil ol you, breathe. If you pas out with my hand sound your throat, next believe I won’t stop. I’ll still be getting mine in as you come back to me pulsating and in sync with your convulsions twitching with moans. I know what you need. It’s why you act as if no one’s has exposed wet dreams. Lemme feel your pulse so we know it isn’t a lie. Better yet, put two fingers on your wrist so you can realize that you’re mine. Don’t blush. Just fall into the lusts. I’m the one. I’ve already won. 

Perfectly smeared mascara…

Get on your knees and open your mouth like you’re jealous of me stroking myself. Show me how much better you feel than my rough palms that could be holding back your hair as it’s felt. So sweet, to good to be true. The deeper it goes, the more in tuned I a with you. Down you go to ease me in so slowly it rides my hormones gripping nerves. As your moan when it slides across your tongue like they’re playing with their own language of vibrational words. Such me outta me and take me in. Swallow the better part of me needing it to be you that spikes my adrenaline. Send me on a journey in motion while you own how I crave to be blown. Be a good girl and make me a believer in how I don’t cum alone. Catch my on your lips and feel it flow down your chin just to drip on you tits. I have a bad habit of you in my head I think about that I wanna let live. Burry me in your throat until you feel the lack of oxygen gasping for air. Now look up at me with that sinful stare. The naughtier you are the better it’ll be when you control when I explode. That’s it, put it fingers up under my balls she change my tone. Taste me. Come grin within my dreams. Place your hands upon me as you’re devouring me whole. Yes, get it get it, ho holy hummer humming, oooooh…

Tap into the raw…

No. Your feelings aren’t what I’m interested in. Evers your mind? Wait! You’re not a man. Damn. Do I havta be accordingly to the facts that I must entertain such a useless point of view? Maybe it’s simply, fuck you? No. I don’t wanna dig into where I’ve always been. Perhaps I’ve evolved from a misplaced type of grin. Is life over yet? No? Oh. I guess this is my best. The overrated bs of performing for another is by golly belittling. Is it me or is the consideration of another just demoralizing? I said that out loud? My my my, words were found. Oh, I think I said the unthinkable creating my own reality forcing me into extinction. I’m blind to my own distinction. Bye bye me. These words will be my own self centered ability to fail at the attempt to just be. But I can’t be anything but me. So, what am I suppressed to be if I’m not true to who I am inside? I’m can’t live a lie…

Unfiltered disposition…

I’m too far gone. Am I wrong? Too much fit another that can’t reason with why I be who I must be? Fuck me! Literally. Just take me away from this facade of running from immaturities. Help me turn on musing for once. Trust luv lust and such. I can lie until it’s over. That’s all we’ve come to know s as lovers. taking turns until it creeps up on us all. I’ll pretend it’s whatever as long as it’s as beautiful as my imagination can foresee before I fall. Away I’ll go back to where I’ve come from as the bar guy one more time. That’s what’s I’m accustomed to to so it’s no divergent from the moments that end in mid flight. Pitty me not. I’m more willing to believe I’m more than what I have come to know to myself that I’m done with the endless dead ends that revive me in between the lines. Just fuck me straight outta my mind. Create a whole new rhealm for me to exist in. I’d be grateful for s as long as it lasts before you get a twitch. No more said is a pertinent physiological transformation in which I wanna partake. Give me a taste…

Truth…

If I had to distance myself from you, in your own. Know I’m a situation that requires me to be accordingly and it’s not a personal conflict that forces me to ignore potential that just may fill my days that linger onto nights that come to life in ways my mind can’t get enough of when the light turns down ever so low. We all have choices to confront when the voices in our heads speak of what’s situationally a fit to adjust to when time considers relevance to our moans. I’m human and I’m so far from perfect that I’m an amateur at the whole deciphering of who’s who, as I don’t know who’s gonna be missed. I’m one individual wanting my own silence to bring me joy. No, I don’t wanna live with the forsaken thought of an unmentionable void. One chance, one life. And I’m only trying to sort out what’s good for me in my own mind. Am I right or am I wrong? I’m just going on what phase I’m in so I too can consume a chance to perform in as we, whoever it be, gets along. Where am I? Who am I at this thing called life? Is there a better outcome of what it is I’ve diddled in to? Questions need not be answered to change the mindset of comforts that I’ve walked away from to get to what makes sense to a lifestyle I’ve come to know. As, here I am listening to Prince in the dark all alone. In my element of what I hide the most. The beast has calmed down. So far into a state of  what the fuck ever, I can’t recognize myself anymore. For sure. I’m honestly tripping on the fact that I’ve come to be consumed by never losing everything again that I’m driven by fear. Yet, I have no tears. I just refuse to adapt to a lower vibration that invites me to accept a norm in which demands me to go along with a lesser version of self. Can you relate or am I the only one who insists on concurring the fuckery we despise as we look for a smidget of help. Whether we admit it or not. Who’s to say, what instead of who hits the spot? No disrespect but I’m no more human than you. Truth…

Do me, I’m different…

Fuck telling you the truth. I wanna lie. Do me and I’ll do more than be mediocre. No lies. Whatever you believe I don’t really care. Just be in the moment so I can feel something not premeditated if that sounds fair. No enemies needed. Just a phrase to come out from within self suppression, wanting the act right to partake in the submission of everything that isn’t willing to go along with the norm. Be my porn. The reason I listen to the fixation of you unraveling mentor my eyes. Oh, how it’s been so long that I’ve allowed the growl to vibrate a pulse. My cravings have detected you moving to your own simplicity working out ever you consider your own flaws. But I can work through them if you’d give in to the thrill of exposure coming undone. It’s not luv, but the ease in the rush of, us. The curse of the family monster wanting to exist as it plays with your depths opening up. Spread the way to my comfort of submission as Easter will be and every was. I’m hear to dig deep enough to enjoy passion stroke sensitivities wanting to be set free. Don’t blame me. I’m just that voice in the back of your head that can’t resist the opportunity to live for once. Like me, you need an outlet to see where things go in a lil game of  defiance. One against our often better judgement owning the perspective of image of in which we live. Give. Twist me a perspective of sexuality I’ve longed to obtain. Call me by my name. Get lost in em particular kinks that refuse silence that avoids the temptations of what we are to become. I need the oooh that I seek in your consumption of me that bares no limits to satisfaction in your favor. Knotting its all mine  that consumes the desire to please and concur the internal most sacred hush that leaks out down in between your legs. I won’t beg. But you might when the soothing releases the pleasure of oh fuck had you twitching from the synchronized connectivity at one with the mood were share. What elee have you to do but, fit yourself, find someone who cares?

The fantasy...

Soft kisses on your belly owns me. Every time my lips touch your skin I sink. And I try to express the depths of how it is I see you. But the words I seek aren’t as beautiful as the truth. I’m captivated by the feel of having you close. I crave to get you alone. My dreams are vivid but they aren't real. The use of you is what I need to feel. You’re my peace, my joy, my passion so alive. I’m calm with emotions exploding claiming you as mine. You don’t havta do anything but exist. And here I am wanting to witness you live. Happy I am, laying in bed with your presence. Looking at the amazement in your eyes that someone has fallen so deep into me in so many dimensions. Mind, heart, body and soul. You are home. And I am me lost in a dream. For when I awake, I just want you here with me. Your essence is never gone when I stop dreaming. You’re still as real as you sleep as my desires watch you breathing. We live on both sides of physical and spiritual for do exist. We need not remain asleep to truly live.

upside down...

Trapped like an insect in a glass. World's been turned upside down without a chip or a crack. There’s nothing like blooming upwards to the bottom in a state of confusion. As density forces me down as the rim lays flush in the illusion. Get me outta this condensed atmosphere in which I’m to run outta air. How am I prisoner of my own doings when I was just a drift lingering, wanting nothing more than to be spared? I can feel the anger reaching from the inside out. My hands can’t get a grip so I must havta fight my way from within my invisible cell that hollows out the sounds. Hello, hello, hello? Echoes collide with each other as if someone else is calling to me. Echo, echo, echo. Where’s the exit to the madness that surrounds all that I’m allowed to know? I hear me repeat myself so I refuse to speak to the insanity I’ve come to hate. The obliteration of me, by me, is not my fate. I must escape this cruel intent of a joke that’s been bestowed upon my mental stability slowly losing chuckles in thy ribs.  Abandoned by the outlands as the seclusion is a view from behind eyes that are losing focus with the shutting shutters off eyelids. Collapsing on a distant visual I cannot reach to save me from myself. I believe I made my own figurative hell. Oh look, another new day brewing the same ol shit bcuz I can’t find the outlet to revive my vitals once again. It’s just a repeated cycles of nonsense exploiting the creation of the battle no one seems to realize exists within a man. Reaching isn’t failing, it’s just an adjustment to correct the current dysfunctions twisted by hands that tipped me over. As I poured out the weakest pieces and yet still remain reevaluating intentions tucked in a vault deep in an unknown folder. Burn it! I tell myself attempting not to see my reflection of scars I’ve become under the magnifying glass that intensifies the parts of me that’s worth more than this bullshit. My fists bang on the inner surface of the bulletproof shield I haven’t come to shatter without destroying myself. But at least it’s tinted so no one I can’t be seen squirming from side to side in my tumbling exhaustion not wanting to be felt. As chattering whispers talk. When will the glass ceiling fall..?

Pulsating to the same vibe...

You’re the reason I’m looking forward to the end of this night. They can switch the flip from dim to light. You’re on my mind as our bodies move. Mind’s consumed by the floor worked completely loose. Every song tends to pull us together. No words, just a rhythm that feeds an imagination so clever. I’m not leaving here without you if I can help it. You’re that fine line I wanna walk through the door with. Just to go work on our choreography later tonight. I too know what's on your mind. There’s a you and there’s a me pulsating to the same vibe where we stand. And on your body is where I wanna place my hands. To get a better sense of how to adjust to the balance we’ve found. I can hold you up against the wall or we can roll around to witness the flexible capabilities performed by the approbation through sound. No words, just actions playing out resistance giving into a partner swinging at the hips. Diving deep into the night wanting to frisk. I couldn’t walk away from you without knowing what creates your relevance I see loosening up. No cares, no fucks. Just living in the moment for once with motion exhale with more than a sigh. I move with self expression that consumes a lil liquid courage as you consume my mind. And the way you’re feeling me grinding my way into your thought process. Right now I just wanna be anything but a shit faced mess. I just wanna go where you’re going so you don’t get away. I like the way we invade each others space.

Leave me be…

Forever outta line. Riding nerves to free minds. I’m not worth it. I don’t care enough to indulge egos demanding attention to obtain emotional gifts. Fuck feelings. Ride on and fall off once we get to the gush. I’m not the one for the sentimental arrangements of memories turning my mind to slush. Don’t, just don’t cater to the interest it’ll take to hate me later on down the road. In my head is the only place I have as a home. Scripting is in the moment and then, it’s gone. And you cannot tell me I’m wrong. From Orange skies to oceans that crash waves to dare the recent scenario. Go on and listen to your favorite tunes played to repeat on the outdated radio. Who in the fuck wants to participate in tolerance at best? No, I’m not entirely empty in the depths of my chest. I just know things are periodical in bursts that swing with the wind. And I can’t help but to enjoy what I can as I enjoy my grin. Bringing it all back to a solo stance eventually. Who’s lying to who in the silliness of potentially? Questions need not answered for I have come to terms with the answers that are scattered out in the complexity of my brain. Hi, I am what you don’t realize is to opposite of gone insane. Confessing that there’s an addiction to being felt. We’re all in a cycle of physically needing a lil help. To break the habit of believing that any other can bring us eternal happiness. Oh, what a bliss. To engage in such a fairytale as if it were actually real. Here today, then absent from promises that meant the world to desperate intent losing the truth of the feel. Leave me be. I do not live in the fantasy of dreams. I'm not of false hopes that I matter, not even to you. Tell me what you consider to be another truth. One that alters facts. I’ve lived enough to know people are to self indulged in petty wants that fail to perform in ways that last. I’m just a blink. An eye that might have witnessed something different in a split of a moment serving of a wink. I’m the forgotten of choice that doesn’t conflict with stability. At peace with my calm living until I lay silent in my lack of ability. I just hope I fade with a boner for this world to fuck me for an eternity to come. I can’t fall in luv…

Don't lie with an honest tongue…

There should be a crave to do more than go with the flow of playing it safe. Naturally giving pieces of self where actions, body language, tone and willingness is a perfection displayed upon the face. Things change in what is sought out to become coming up short. Thing is, can you way the options before you to realize you’ll never find 100 percent of wanting more. Demand not and allow the situation to perform to its best ability in true form baring intentions to the fullest. If there’s a void, do you and don't look back to the nontheless bullshit. And if you find yourself at the edge of no return and you can’t force yourself to accept leaving another on your path. Staying isn’t settling for the comfort instead of being alone facing a world full of pasts. I am not your home no matter how much I have to give. In your mental stability is where you must live. You’re the only one you’ll ever miss when days fade into the darkest part within. So grin. So being true to self with who you have near you the most is vital to your worth. I’m just here for as long as we decide to mingle before likes turn to luv and then find the depths that hurt. I can’t be your everything. I don’t believe in rings. But if I can't be what you can’t seem to go without, just go. It's called being grown. What’s best isn’t always to stick around and go around the round of being toppled upside down. Luv is selfish, so enjoy me until it's failed to last beyond words expressed. Just make use of what's come to be in the heart, cage by the chest. As it shatters on the path beneath the feet. There’s no purpose in the bleed. So walking on each other isn’t a necessity to wiggle free from the lure. Protect yourself if you dare in your core. If I’m not there reason you sigh. Go live your life. Memories need not haunt what the norm demands. Promise me not with an honest tongue forced to lie to maintain the note spoken as it’ll come to be too late to withstand…

spirit chasing...

I’ll travel when I sleep. To lay beside you as someone else. You won’t know it’s me. But I’ll be the one making luv to you in ways you’ll remember the way I felt. Through my spiritual escape from physical form I’ll reenact my truest intent. reigniting thoughts of when we were wrapped up in heated passion. Feel me. Listen to my sighs whisper your name. I’ll reignite the flame once again. And as you lay there wondering of me in the after affect. I’ll slip back to my own body and awaken from the blissfulness of touch as I was able to caress you for my own comfort. You can have the life you chose to live. but when your eyes close and the truth is to be known. It'll be me doing to you no other can connect with. In the deepest hours of our sleep. We'll draft in spirit to unimaginable treasure we hadn't began to see. Just to awaken bothered and stirred up from within. You'll know it's me for this space in between us is only in physical form. I'll come to you in your silence. When I come into focus behind your eyes. Rolling in the scenery of our choice. We're never too far apart. It's just an illusion to the other side where we laugh and play. But I will have return to the real world long enough to ware down and need you once again. It's you and I floating in our wildest dreams. Back to the place in which we come from. Escaping our bodies to be as free as our energy can be. Entangled like two currents bringing life to the same source. As not a moment used will ever conclude us as one. We'll linger on no matter what we do in our consciousness trying to avoid the use of being side by side.

Behind the truth...

It's in the way of how the bruises will have you feeling useless. Wounds from life gapped open when self remains as the truest. Knowing the bottle stunts growth and will have the mind clueless. Guarding the heart with a Kevlar vest. Oh how the tests within the chest infiltrates one's best through thoughts to filtrate the correction of depths. For life in a moment, living flightless. From the tightest punani to the edge whispering, just do it. Once the ribs can decipher what joy of fingers is to the tickle that tends to its grip. As lips switch up to save self with a variation of words to spit. And at the end of it, no one is truly missed. It’s a tisk with a tisk when lifelines are sniped. Ripped from fingertips just to live. And with this comes a responsibility to continue to give. Watching past times play out behind the eyes. Letting breathes die just so they don’t have to hide. Everyone wants to claim something as mine. When running outta time drives free will to climb to the further point within to get away from its find. To the extent of all there is, was and will forever need to be as an endless grind. Unable to escape memories that never become more than a sigh wasted to easily by the hype. One twitch and all of it falls apart. Head going down in the facts as the heart descends beneath the char. Leaving a mark for the aftermath to reconsile with as if we didn't expect others to play their part. Our willingness forces us to appear to not be so smart. Like an art played by chuckles that are intrigued by attractions waiting time to show truths of self how the game is an opposition we bogart. Being the only thing left in the smoldering remains of the waste we claim doesn't free us. When luv fails to be more than a feeling just bcuz. For it's us that matters first when acting in scenes for others to watch until the show reveals the lust. As selfish as the touch can enjoy an other long before the settling of the dust. Trust lingers to be proven while drifting along on hopes crutch. Reflecting on yet one more, once was.

one can only try yo be...

the good life, in the making no one is willing to participate in.

the great loner once again out on a solo limb awaiting what will never come to grin.

facers fade in the mind through time when patience gives up on hope.

shaking off the feeling of there's no place like home.

as being left alone is the peace that drives the heart deeper than the mind can reach.

there's no pleads.

just moments of ants that give needs to survive.

it's hard to force a smile through the distraught thoughts losing memory while still alive.

forgetting familiar smiles that curve in their own way.

but isn't it just another fragment loosening self to individualize within expressions upon the face?

truthfully all is walking simultaneously either strangers appearing to still frames caught in a once upon a time ago.

no no no no.

don't believe in the subtle reinvention of who's beneath the surface that they can go without.

silence is so loud.

as the release of emotions to settle the nerves calm a new way to live.

recreating a better version those who choose to not participate will ever get to know a fuck that was to give.

depths squeeze from sacred friction the pour out what was supposed to be into an empty slate.

just to protect the purity to never to return the same way they disregarded with so much hate.

damn if there's just not enough life to act as if whatever is what it'll be at any cost.

damn if it were only possible to go through a forever to be limited to see luv'd ones learn prior to losing what cannot be bought.

one can only try to be.

to make sense of everything so fresh until it becomes a norm that isn't a necessity.

lived under condition where everyone, no matter who, must go down their own path.

as words of wisdom must yield at some point to give way for experiences to evolve to create their own past.

Black roses...

12 roses blossom to die so someone can smile from within. One must allow old self to be forgotten to exist in luv’s moment to grin. Dying at the end of luv as petals fall like thoughts in the mind. It's always the demise of something beautiful for a new to begin. Snipped from the life to leave the root once sprouted as if they wanna claim the win. Once another witnesses the sensation of life's deteriorating agony that slowly over rides the pulse. Fading from the nutritional value that once flowed prior to all the talk. One rose, one luv. One moment, one rotting trust. Ashes to dust, like memories lost to the existence of vibrant peace. Plucked in an in particular type of way fingers tug to let loose of the process no longer in need. Thrown away. Discarded for a fresh symbolism to revive the smile meeting the day. From red to black. Removing the thorns that protect the core wanting to remain intact. Death to the feel is the use of the cycle once time takes it turn to revolve. As another will crate the same awe that the prior has in the sake to evolve...

Cut. By luv...

Feeling hands squeeze the brain. unwanted cuts is what comes from it. Pain. Another unattainable flow of intellect pouring free through thoughts. But at what cost when judgements finds reason in the loss? The ooze in between fingers is more than blood as mercy is saving the solitude for a peaceful end. Family hurts the most when they refuse to bend. Every word unspoken creates an unrealized use. In eventual accuracy as the tongue begins to move. In the hidden gems of the cherished process of coexisting, tucked away are secrets no one knows. Until fingertips poke at the only place known as home. As eyes close in disbelief. The world changes without relief. It sends tongues curling for some do not care for anyone except self. So who’s who when your turn is dealt? They’ll come for the completion of sanity guarded from the familiarity of trust attacking itself in the middle of ruins. As the chatter that makes up the space dead center from ear to ear echoes a booing. Egos surface without accountability as the silence eases in to adjust to the way self is to maneuver with life. They don't know of the grip they have on the heart until it is needed to be protected by even those closest to the mind. Cut. By luv...

necessities never get replaced...

They hold your head unground as if they’re standing above. But you see them on the way up as they’re falling into luv. Laughing at confused confessions with disbelief. Just to see them kneeling on emotional knees catering to the side affects of dopamines. On the loose, climbing mountains to slide down the slope. Trying to reach the top you’ve concurred while they keep winding up alone. It’s funny when they feel you can’t breathe. When it’s their own pity they drown in that’s so unique. As being left for dead isn’t so bad after facts remain. The wolves have structure and play in the rain. They believe they were your peek. The most tipity top of what’s the bestest this world has to offer. But there’s always another set of hands that are much much softer. And they catch what’s falling away so it never reattaches itself to self. The real ones lend a lil help. Without the weight of betrayal standing at the edge ever so proud. For lessons learned better the makings within to be seen by rare eyes scanning life. Bcuz they too have been on the bottom side of a solid grounds going rounds with a presence of mind. Worth awakens suddenly when luv uses leverage to hurt a friend. Wanting you to believe you cannot find another like them at remains the end. It’s a delusion forged by insecurities in case of a rebound needed to keep emotions from being alone. They hope you’ll never find home. So their ego can live higher than they could ever reach. It’s best that they leave. It's easy to find a lust to crave for a while. It’s even easier to smile. Knowing that they showed you who they truly were. The mind will eventually wrap around the fast that it was just your turn. Right place, right time. Wrong choice, long lies. Just look up and realize they’re nowhere to be seen. Their halo was a facade, a prop to help you believe they were a need. But necessities never get replaced. And you damn sure cannot wipe happiness off your face…

close one...

She has a lil bit of me in her eyes. Caught a glimpse of me in her peripheral and damn near sighed.. I knew in the moment I was almost what she was waiting to find. And that’s flow of my life. So close and yet never the to wear the shinning armor of the knight. The exception with an expression surfaces somewhere in the middle of the hype. It seems the only thing that craves me is the rhymes of these lines. Detailing the visual of a twinkle so sweet I thought it was mine. For I had caught myself staring with a look in which didn’t lie. Truth be told, damn me if i liked. And so it to be, I touched and felt the enemy sweat betrayal coming to my mind. Slowly losing my position by their  side. As a memory enslaved with pallbearers for the rest of time. For it’s the initial mm that the descending plunges like a knife. Easing its way through the rope that dangles worth into of divide. So define as pride adjusts to the unwanted feelings of coming up short of being the reason why. To why they are consistent without turning to another as if anyone will do for a lil bit before once again becoming blind. To be a ghost in the head for reminiscing is psychotic when the lonely heart is undefined. I saw me looking back at me until the blink corrected the angle of sight. As I saw the reflection of use remove me with a glance to side. It was a close one for sure that almost got me going. As I regained my composure to get back to what It was I as doing...

The shit show...

Even those you’d hope you could trust, you won’t. Pain splits the brain when insane thoughts react with reality screaming, "don’t". Lies are truths when the believer refuses to listen to reason’s use. There’s always proof in time to witness who’s, who. Having to peel pieces of self off as if a scab trying to heal without the comforting other's vibe. It’ll force the eyes to become liquified diving solo in the middle of life. Words will never mend what is broken. People delete precise memories that twist the mental when the emotions has had enough to protect in mid motion. Changed actions of growth can’t be seen by blinded sight. We are egos, we are to them special as we tell ourselves at the ends f no more, that’s fine. Lonely swells hit like tsunamis in an empty heart attempting to adjust to a new stance. Just to feel the tide descend over and over again. When lips never whispered from wisdom’s chant. Everyone loses their next biggest fans. It’s equivalent to being torn into two version within. On the inside there’s disbelief rummaging through facts as the outside bares a grin. In the multiverse of multiple minds that have their own consciousness of self. The only one that holds true is the one operated by no others help. Yet when tweaked it loses focus and mimics behavior patterns of one that cannot maintain. Giving truths to pointing fingers in such, creates the rain. Putting down the gut feelings to step aside to avoid the shit show falling from above. Wondering, was I ever truly luv’d? Let alone liked for my words to be a factor in between the chaos echoing in their heads. Even then it’ll feel as if you’re the walking dead. But whose loss is it when promises were kept? To hold the line tugged on by a strangers wanting to play at best. It's in their no depth deep enough to know better as someone is putting everything on the table for the feast? Why is it so hard to breathe? For recognition to define purpose of why we mingle to begin with. Happiness breaks the ribs. Too much laughter lingers into too much comfort in repeated cycles unseen by the naked eye. Self is the only one who matters in words without the structure of rhymes. As songs are the reminiscing leverage for them to remember who stands on what. And yet, it’s still a wtf. All in the pursuit of wanting others to partake to coexist. They hear flutters in the wind released from blabbering lips. Meaningless relations are just lessons learned until there's no need to continue the shit show. All one wants is to simply go home...

Aware within…

I am one, one is me for I am. But I’ll be damned if I don’t get stirred up when I think about you. For I know luv is a hand off acceptance that’s gives its best version placed on display. And you make me wanna play as my hands has found a better use. As need is for self to be complete in which were whole to begin with. But there’s just something in me that clings to the thrill of a habit in the flesh. I’m in luv with my existence and know the difference in an inner and outer presence. And I havta say, you’ve awakened another dimension deep within the layers of opposing versions reaching for you from my chest. At best I’m happy to be alive to encounter the creation of life. You just intensify my senses in ways I can do without you but I cannot find a reason why I should. As calm as I’ve become to fit into this place we share simultaneously, I must confess I’d enjoy the fragments of yourself you’d be willing to open up. Knowing I’m aware of what truly is here in the mingling bcuz we could. From a far or up close and lingering in this room you trigger my desires wanting to be in the essence of touch. With fingertips to partake in your anatomy so soothing it satisfied the urge to crave more. One feel, one kiss, one encounter with eyes staring face to face. We are momentarily able to perform intent in our truest form for the cosmos to watch. As breathtaking as a smile can be my intellect insists we collide to become our own version of utopia to soothe passions to pour. I wanna provoke you to loosen up. To unravel your design around me. As one, for a brief gesture of fuck yes, to pulsate from within. For nothing lasts forever, not even in dreams. It’s as real as it gets on our separate paths roaming through the open and the illusion of time. So mentally indulge yourself in the pleasure that it itself sees fit with its interaction with me. Take me or leave me is the choice curiosity tinkers with in the mind. Naturally, just breathe…

I sense the tension in your presence...

What did you expect to find even you looked into my eyes? There’s someone and home and I'm at rest. You can’t pound hard enough for me to respond. Yeah, I felt your heart beating as if it were trying to escape your chest. But you didn’t see a sunset staring back. So what was it you thought I was gonna do just bcuz you put your emotions on display? I've already went through me and deciphered what matters to me, and the way it hasta be is I’m not advisable to play along. I’m a sexual interactions if I see fit at best to wanna play. As it seems you haven’t a clue in what you’ve seen in my hazel eyes. Too far in you dove as if they were a baby blue ocean waiting only for you. You should’ve noticed in their design I wasn’t for the okey doke. I own my own worth as I ease with the way I move. I’m happy whether you come around or not. My smile isn't doing its thing bcuz you appeared one random day. Making your way into a night where obscenities came to life. I won’t flatter myself in arrogance so you can realize I’m the monster you cannot tame with an evenings sun rays. When you’re gone, that’s just what it is. Not even an afterthought other than lingering in a memory from time to time. And we all have moments in which we chuckle of a past that belongs to no one in particular.  Don’t lose yourself at my expense for your beauty will voodoo another willing to believe in forevers hype. I sense the tension in your presence. Trust me when I tell you there’s no pain with a clear mind for the conscious is free. We’re all just talking turns. Try a lil something different for once. Maybe then you’ll see me and comprehend why I look at you the way I do. For I see nothing beneath the surface I'd wanna awaken. The man in me is alive and I seek peace in the quiet without a storm to come along. I cannot pretend the faking...

Your way or no way…

In the here down under the sky, in which you look upon me from above. From under your halo I don’t seem to appear to be me, in my own eyes. For judgements that aren’t mine that paint a picture in a different shade claims to know me better than self. Tilted sight rolls on the presence of my absence as it’s ok. Your highness is all knowing and I’m a mere afterthought drifting from the memory you forget. Yeah, it’s me. Fading in my own anticipation that you blindly never regret. It must be nice to cast a banishment as if you know everything when wisdom is spoken to protect you. Trust being broken by a tongue speaking too soon. I guess I wasn’t supposed to expect you to wait to gather truths prior to doing your part to tarring us apart. And that’s when it’s me looking after the contents of my own heart. From a distance for you to learn how to be the ol mighty that hands out the rules. But you fail to mention that I’m no fool. I’ve been where you haven’t been as of yet so I’ll be the peasant drifting until you acknowledge your crown is made up. Just don’t tell yourself I never lead with luv. You’ll believe it like the confusion that’s consumed your thoughts. You’re gonna havta get lost. To remember the feel of familiar not wanting to be right but to protect. And I’ve done my best. So, off you go to move with life. As I redirect energy not taken for granted that weakens my mind…

The correction of the slippage…

When there’s nowhere to go but into the descending from the top. When never making it to the tip that peeks out for an earning prior to not having enough piss to fill the pot. It’s always in the rise where the slippage loses track. Sliding so easily back to when self had risen from a moment before creating laughs. There’s a slope in the middle of the climb that isn’t seen. When resting for a bit to take in the scenic view as the imagination dreams. Just to look up at where the struggle once stood until the falling landed to start all over again. As the turn finally walks away from the fight that isn’t worth the insanity of repeating the same ol bs that life grants. It’s forever a grunt grinding going nowhere fast. As the head never hangs with eyes that refuses to accept the impossible facts. Some things just aren’t a matter that must consume expressions as if failures are real. Those who awaken in the adjustment realize living is more important than sacrificing time for a better deal…

momentary at best...

are you, out there? lost in a wave of hands claiming to wanna lend a generosity. as selfish intent of assumptions consume the mask of intentions infiltrating depths for critical deception claiming to hold down the fort that cannot withstand the outside world breaking the barriers. what? no animosity? no fight to never forgive actions that need held accountable to the choices that do wrong as who appeared is safe from the gestured has gone unpunished. for real? help. say it. tell me you're finished. I've lingering down that road a lil too long. as the softer side retreated for a piece of mind no one else could give. it's been too long, huh? sung songs just ain't hitting the feel of completion to drive the force to truly live? what's up? don't worry, I ain't as proper as my words reflect worth. I'm no more than you wanting to configure a resolution to the chaos presented to the unrecognized pain. Yes, it exists but don't tell if I admit it hurts. I've come to adapt to the realization that all there truly is, is me. as you is you. but damn if I find it irrelevant to enjoy life's ups and downs. are you, reading along? did you find me descending within and away from mindless supervision? losing rhymes in the verbal disconnection of running outta what's considered to be time. wounded and healed by silence and solitude, can you relate? too many questions? ok, I'll make words sound all the same. seems every other line is on repeat so you can follow along. am I wrong? what's your face doing right now? oops, that was another bloop, maybe I shouldn't make a sound. are you, with me? drifting in space to allows moments to pass oh so fast. one day after another as change is needed to let loose before it's all over. onward from a past not worth a fuck. in the now of where am I going into a forbidden forever. ohh how shallow everything has actually become when another isn't the enjoyable factor for the awakening of timeless has already begun. tell me if you're somewhere close. another stranger sneaking up on me from my blindside isn't a temptation I can accept. I'm receding slowly but it feels as if I'm falling beneath the level of comprehension. how is it everyone is only about self? hold on, wait. luv is the most selfish of all. it's seems I'm the opposite of what is considered to me the norm. as like is as invisible as the sun at night. what a life. are you even real? do you exist? to give a lil subtleness to the end approaching rapidly. drastically it rushes through sunsets to obtain what's left. hello! or are you more like me? hidden within. wanting to live. with so much life to give. just reach for a feel in my ribs. the chuckle vibrating my bones is real. shaking the ends of me loose. or is it I'm too far gone? boom. kaboom. I'm cracking and I don't want anyone to see what it is I've tucked away. look away. for me. so I'm not as vulnerable as I seem. as the great solo artist deprived by my own pointless solitude that makes too much sense. people suck. where are you? iv'e been losing ground every single moment since I've become aware of this thing we believe is nothing more than in the now. soon too pass. and then..... 

forgotten when those who encountered us vanish as well. are you there? the difference would comfort the confusion of perishing one at a time. or am I even here long enough to matter? am I fucked in the head? or, am I just supposed to pretend it's all for nothing when we're doomed to ache? in the aftermath of nonexistence, what's any of it matter anyways? we're all just taking turns until someone sticks around long enough for one another to die. are you, mentally losing your shit? your mind? is it ok? wondering where I am? no? it's ok. I don't know who you are either. so anyways.............................

Fitted ball cap

It’s my hat that’s holding my head together. My thinning cap hides my eyes when the head tilts. When the beat doesn’t match the expressions and just wants feel better. I don’t wear snap backs for the havta be fitting to the thought process to eat I’m built. There’s no coming back from the past when the more transformed into the future of me waiting out life to see the sun from under the bill. In the shade is ever I was casted so in the shadows is ever is cool to be. I have something to catch the sweat before it drips into my eyes. So I can witness what’s stands before me. To have a choice in the matters of entanglements attempting to redirect my life. I’m most comfortable when it’s turned backwards bcuz ain’t nothing that’s come my way ever been straight. Not like I have been when they get close enough to the monster wanting to play. So just know if it sounds back sound and the face angles to the floor, I’m avoiding luv.,I just don’t want it no more. Now tell me I’m wrong for hiding my secrets in an ol ball cap that no one’s seen the inside of. All my bs goes into my safe space stitched together with threads. Keeping my truths somewhere outside my head so my piece of mind I can trust. It’s dinette they cannot me read. Worn out thoughts will give a reason to upgrade into a new feel upon the dome. Everything runs a coarse like hole to ventilate stench fumigating from effete I’ve been. Released at its highest point my worries escape to complete the process of my mind being my only home. An had had more purpose than anything that’s ever made me grin…

The return of the cuckoo…

When you wake up one day and the version of you, you wanted to get away from reminds you of who you truly are and it brings you back to life. Bcuz all the smiles and good deeds in the world are outta reach. Bcuz being a better person is over fuckin rated. When that dog wakes back up and everything that hasn’t felt like a norm fades away for the comfort of the fight chases it away. As the calmer side failed to maintain a balance as self needs the shackles removed. No fucks giving flies a set of birds seen in the mirrors image for the memory to chuckle bcuz it doesn’t have to like diddly squat. Needing not to play along for peace when the mind flips the switch to misbehave. The thought lingers, I tried. The smirk moves, who cares. When the old refuses to give in to the subtle bs granted can’t even take. When. It’s past the time of allowing shit. When standing on morals fluctuates when weaving to the bob of flowing with the wind. When the mind finally snaps back into reality and faces aren’t familiar any more. As the growl from within hungers for a lil taste of insanity, wanting to play in pettiness for the game is easy for the win. Even those itty bitty butterflies float in the stomach when the cocoon opens up to release the cuckoo laughing steadily. Warped by life wanting to claim its creation. Knowing it was a genetic mutation instead. When the truths of untold secrets hiding up under the tongue wanna speak. Pour a double shot, tilt the head back and feed whatever energy has provoked the monster wanting nothing more than to be left the fuck alone…

Silly goose…

You don’t havta me anywhere you don’t wanna be. So why are you here touching up on me? I’m confused bcuz nothing in my head believes relations last. And to give you what you want will mean I’ll must definitely hurt you. I’m not looking for luv bcuz it’s not for me. There’s just something about the way it moves that ends up destroying dreams. But, oh how your hands give a comfort to my skin. And I don’t wanna mention how I feel alive again. You can have anyone willing to be everything you’ve ever wanted. So why the consistent demand to enjoy the loveless? Am I just next in line? That’ll leave you talking shit about me past the ends of an us due to you thought we’d wind up like. Even though I can admit it’s nice being felt in for a while. And I do like the shape of your smile. I’m not a monster, I just ain’t into what you trying to hunt down. Somehow you’ve got it in your head that I’m the answer to your now. Bcuz that’s all life is to begin with. The presence of being present to actually live. And I cannot promise you tomorrow here tonight. So why is it that stare you have wanted to convince me that this is more than a hype? I’m not into the pain after the memories I cannot seem to keep. In the aftermath you’ll forget me sooner than you think. As I’m humble enough to know the pattern of emotions you possess. I’ll admit, I’m not like the rest. Be on your way so I’m not the bad guy you’ll claim I am. I’m just one solo artist within this man…

Her halo is all mine…

Twirling her halo around my finger and no, I won’t give it back. God ain’t bad if it ain’t worth the fuck so let her be as I blue out her back. She’s gotta fiend clawing at the surface wanting to be freed. And I’m just too into putting her on her knees. She states out shy to endure the twist of being abused. Get her going and her insides bust loose. The bitch explodes the dirtier the fuck get like it’s her first time realizing who she is. Filthy lil cunt brings joy to my boys as she moves her wrist. Right not left swinging from her chin. Deep down setter the tears build up she craves to please. And I like watching her mascara smear as she tries to breathe. Bad habits are hard to break but I’d rather break her in. Choke her with her halo again and again. There’s nothing like turning Princess out to the darker side. Over here if where she belongs getting fucked for life. My personal lil cum sucking slut. She shots hire her knees tap out when her azz gets plugged. Vibrating to the feel of squealing insane to take it all at once. Jet lips plead, daddy it hurts as I tell her to hush. Devoted to my cock is her passion clinging to the use. She’s my demented lil fantasy the way she moves. Her whorish behavior knows how to drain my balks. Tossed upon the bed after being pinned to the wall. My hand in her panties and waited around her throat. It’s how chrny she gets when I leave her alone she must be dominated to get off there’s no other way. I fuck Herr like I hate her as the moans my name. Tasty lil freak swallows every time. As ripped fishnets are the kink that curved her right. Bad girl gone too far to ever return to who she used to be. She demands to be handled to fulfill her wet dreams. I luv when she’s looking back saying harder daddy give it to me. The deeper the better is the way she speaks. Like a savage that blows my mind. Her halo is all mine. Whether she’s dripping in cum or tied the fuck up. At my mercy she’s obedient to my touch. To the sensation of positive to do what I wish. She enjoys the lingering hormones in between her legs that open with a subtle kiss. Perfect is the submissive wanting to play. And I have many games…

Who’s controlling who.?.

Moonlight, bouncing off the walls to give the room a glow. Lips walking upon the skin to hear softened moans. Smooth to the texture the body moves with use. Capturing the night on the loose. Tied up in linen as the silence creates sound. The crave is real enough to touch with the mouth. Still frames in live sight is such a breathtaking image. The nakedness of willing is exposed as I rise to stand at the bed’s edge. Fingers gently caressing the flesh of a luv’r bound to my intent. Like a feather’s stroke releasing a sigh that needs to vent. Who’s controlling who in a game of submission at its best? Patience, I just Ava take ny time to tease your flesh. Slow. I don’t wanna leave you alone. So, truly you head back as I taste you from head to toe. There’s a pleasure in the way your groped. You enjoy receiving the attention as I insist on being your fiddler. Don’t move as I take a few mental pictures. You on display before my eyes is a reason to believe in wanting more. The desire that lingers between us is with the feeling pulsating in the chest. We’re a passion so alive kinks demand to be used to lay a mess. From your neck to your navel I explore you with ease. It’s strange horse you don’t has ask me to get on my knees. To hover over you prior to me going below to where the sun doesn’t shine. That’s when I bring you to life. Tongue swirling with a twirl as my hand grip you hips. Face down and buried without a chance of air to save be from this mind blowing trip. I’m all in to the flavor you possess as I grin. But who’s controlling who as I pucker for a kiss. Right at the tip of your clit as I suck on it. I can hear you squirming into grind trying to get it. Busy cut me once and I’ll promise not to stop. I might release you and let you get up top. Let loose. Who’s controlling who?

it's just her...

it's the way a tear flows softly down her cheek when she sees something beautiful. it's how the sunset touches her face and makes her smile useful. it's the reflection of everything she lives for wrapped up for the keeping that I notice in her happiness. she's fallen for herself but not too far gone to comprehend a luv that would be missed. it's just the way her expression meet the day. it's nice to witness such a pure display. it's something I wish I was capable of. she's not me for sure bcuz she's more than I ever was. it's the presence of self she cannot hide within. it's her motion that lives that has so much to give. it's the little things I've forgotten along the way. she's better than me even when she's in pain. it's the fire she cannot contain. it's the passion flowing through her veins. it's the correction of how she's changed. she's a gesture in her own that gives thanks. it's how strange she's comfortable around natures gift. it's the way she nibble on her bottom lip. it's breath taking how she interacts with no one around. she's unbothered to be alone bcuz she's been found... 

Dysfunctional facade…

It’s the wonder that sends the mind into the silence. In between the thoughts that linger with verbal violence. Without words to speak on due to damage control. It’s the disruption that creates the emptiness of home. As the tongue refuses to play. Disbelief recreates the face. Pondering why is it happiness must be sacrificed so others can smile as self’s feelings hide. Too far gone in the mental seems to protect the divide. Round after round emotion shuts due to avoid the pain instead of living. And all that’s trapped behind the eyes is how what should be isn’t real enough to admit there needs be some level of forgetting or forgiving. The wandering within goes on to be too long alone. One tends to break down the cycle of the purpose believing in hope. As time is the factor no one can get back. With life itself playing out on the other side of sighs simply squeezing the fuck outta the facts. The mute can never be heard unless the mime puts on a show. Encouraging others to live as the decisions made while change is the reciprocation forcing common sense to betray growth. Strange expressions make familiar faces appear to be odd. Somewhat unrecognizable due to the dysfunctional facade. Where oh where can the head be buried and still breathe to get away from the confusion? The conditions of acceptance is to play the part or stay away from the illusions. For delusional mindsets gather in circles to be the standard of getting along. But fitting in isn’t for everyone with a thought process worth a fuck so it in its own has a worth. As thumbs twirl, giving up on waiting on things to smooth out. There’s no better time to get on getting on than in the precise moment of the now…

Less time, more luv...

Maybe if dog years is how long we have. If growing old came faster than tomorrow's gone to an absent past. Would a friend matter with excitement like forever just occurred every time we come together after a few hours apart? Idk but it should be a lot easier on the heart. Living every seven in the blink of an eye where one year gets away. Maybe a smile could feel worth for once as days are months forcing age upon the face. To know this thing called life isn't something that lasts forever. Is it possible that folks just might slow down a bit before it's whatever. This damn creation running through the veins seems to drag on with so much lost. And yet, it ain't near long enough to enjoy when everyone is pointing out everyone else's flaws. Up the walls are holes fighting off the meaningless moments never made. As all the mindset can round out to say is, fuck the pain. Only if our time has a limit as we'd expire soon. But wait, a dog doesn't have the kinda time we do and still can't wait to be near their person in the room. Are we just outta touch or so blind to the facts that we become strangers to eyes looking away as the head spins?  Something hasta give. The lights aren't gonna be on long enough to see kids grow old. And the dog will be leaving even sooner than the loyalty that lingers with the shivering cold. How is it people take for granted all the lil things a dog hasn't a clue to think of? When we're capable of so much more than turning on and off the magic of luv. Is family in this day and age ok with moving on? Are we different in ways we cannot accept one another's lives being scorned? Being too good for anything isn't a characteristic a dog can comprehend. Let's hear it for man's best friend. Aways there where the world is crashing down or living it up. Not knowing how to be a character within chapters as the story goes in motion just wanting to slow down from the rush. A dog's character is as priceless as life itself. Only if we all felt the same way no matter the situations dealt...

I'll smile when I'm dead...

Stretched into a tare I feel me losing again. The bridge between both sides is burning within. Two pieces of self is at the mercy of those who say they care. Intent is on display as I drip into a puddle down there. Far below the most wicked pain. Here I stand caught in the middle of everything I have to gain. Falling away from me is the life taken from my eyes. Damn me if I’m simply just trying to make it through this life. I’ll smile on my way out for others to see what they’ve caused. It’s always after the fact that real thoughts climb then walls. And this is it. Another dagger lunged to settle deep that didn't even try to miss. I'm in the crossfire as I hold on until there's nothing of me left. As I feel the contents of all the good leaving my chest. It's those closest that forget compassion of what it takes to coexist. Forcing a divide that cuts new wounds released from familiar lips. Acceptance is a breakdown from one angle or the next. And this is what's said to be a life truly blessed. I'm turning inward to find strength so they don't hurt me with their selfish ways. With a wonder of do they even see the torture I'm hiding upon my face. Is the fatigue of reoccurrence of hard times surfacing yet? Or is this what I was made to be treated like the rest. Friendly faces frown and it's not my fault. People are so conceited but aren't as conscious as they claim or there'd be a pause. Before luv is lost or even damaged by trusted hands. I'm somewhere trapped in a bubble that's losing air. I'm afraid to swim. Why can't they figure a way to get along so I too can be as happy as their vibrating ribs. Ooh, that dreadful ache of loneliness is coming back. I don't want it as I fear I cannot dodge its grasp. This situation refuses to fix itself with characters that haven't a consideration for me. And yet I'm the one that listens to issues to smooth out the wrinkles so we can all live the dream. So where do I fit in to the chaos I didn't cause? Do I even need to entertain egos that ignore their own flaws? The destruction from an undeveloped mind that thinks it's figured out the way things ought to be is unreal. When wisdom speaks fluent usefulness that's shunned as if I haven't a few times over already healed. Immaturity runs deeper than arrogance as both are taking turns abusing a pure passion fading fast. This is when moments aren't being made just to go without the comfort of enjoying the emotional use as the memory is soon to look back at an empty past. How many smiles are to be missed due to the unwillingness put out on display? How much disappointment can the heart take prior to how it adapts to being betrayed? I'll smile when I'm dead. It'll be for the best...

What’s good.

I can’t warship the ground you walk on just bcuz you’re walking in it. If you find fairness in someone else’s eyes, I wish you the best. I’m more than mature of my awareness as I do with what I have to give. If you must go, you already have coins to terms mentally to better the contents in your chest. Not just anyone can naturally progress longterm due there’s much to one of another trying to reciprocate the gesture of worth. As it’s the self worth that collides in the middle when it attempts to flow. Eventually a revelation is needed to be able to acknowledge how close two have become without words. In the transition at some point differences stand grounds in between hearts that must interact to exist beyond their growth. By chance the day we run our course as life is pleasant without an us. When the mind sleeps through the nights or even thinks of someone new. It doesn’t mean what was shared wasn’t real enough to admit it was enjoyed to gain access to luv. E we were just capable of stopping a freight train with no tails prior to disaster that cut us loose. That type of descending doesn’t mimic the friendship possessed. Be patient enough to gather your thoughts as you consider who you are. Hates us the easy way out so the feeling of a lose is downplayed and hidden behind a defense. The hardest part about playing it cards is adjusting to the sound of alarms. Warnings alert limits breached as two people mingle to relate as long as possible. It’s finding common grounds that beneficial to both. It’s being neutral in a situation to sway through the obstacles. As there’s more than plenty of reasons to go. Way the options for you sake. Knowing you’re the true one that needs to decide what’s good for you. Have a talk with yourself so you can see your face. You can’t lie if my presence needs to be removed. Honestly tell it as it is. Rough patches test willingness of a greater outcome most don’t reach. Where is it you belong as you live? Take a moment and breathe.

Crossroads…

Dirt dust flowing with the flow of wind blurring sight. Heated breaths stink up sound as a weapon released for the fight. Buried in dry lips is the good forgotten due to time took too long to give reason to the madness. Wasted thoughts rotting the memory is what’s left of the misfortune of unwanted happiness. Stones move figuratively through the air but never crack glass houses where monsters breed. Motions aren’t seen on the backside of a blind spot where friends tend to gather for the feast. Whispers flutter like a birds whistle until everyone knows just one version. Crowds shift as scopes seek foes hiding in the diversion. Scented pillows fade when cleansed of the filth that was once in display. Walls trap minds needing desperately to live outside the box far from the dreams that can’t escape. Concrete bridges don’t burn like the wooden Pinocchios that face fucks life. Showing teeth in a smile etched out so beautifully tastes more venomous lies than a snake can bite. Crossroads rarely have roundabouts for merry go rounds to perform relations shit show. Tide in tide out is every other day of wondering when a floatation device will save a home from before it erodes. Sight blinks as faces change expressions quicker than promises are kept. Trust is a word that’s chewed up and spat out for convenience’s ability to prioritize what matters most in depths. Growth at max capacity is complex in its complicity to outgrow patience waiting for a real use. Ends remind beginnings of the flaws that haven’t been corrected as two fingers wave a truce…

Look at me…

The lower the lights go the more your eyes take shape. I can see the rage in your hormones that race. They’re something I’d luv to trace with my fingertips. To get me even closer to your lips. To taste them in a kiss in the preserve of the dark. That’s where I hear the howling in your heart. The faint breaths that come to life. Where I sync to the creature you try to hide. I enjoy when we collide and I sink into you. I grind to the feel to the way you move. There’s a thirst upon your tongue that invites me in. A sound from within that makes me crave again. I listen to you moan so I know how to play with your sex. You’re what I need as I stuck on your neck. Digging my teeth into your flesh I want a bite. But it’s when I go down is when you tend to excite. Your curves adjust to pleasure to feed my hunger. I bow to be you luv’r. To see you looking down at my nibbling your lip that’s pinched between your teeth. As your head leans back for your lingering eyes to close for it to breathe. I’m the monster you wish to tame. But it’s you I have barred to the flesh begging for an escape. To free you is to be accepted into the daybreak comes back around. You’re such a savage when you tease me with sound. As I’m up for exploring your body with lustful groping that drives you insane. Roll on over, arch your back and take real girth that can be explained. Mmm, it’s how your hips rotate as in sliding in. My hands are free to roam to squeeze a grip. Perfection is a breathtaking awareness we obtain fuckin the way we do. We’re just to damn good at it to not put us to use. With a ooh and a weeee, we give and take. Speaking distasteful fantasies we never say. Not until the sun fades upon the horizon as fur is to begin. Choking a freak like you is a dangerous trigger sought out from within. We’re one in the same as we burn the room without a savage being lit. Fuck me with your eyes and make my dick spit. All over your face, nice and warm. Do me and I’ll do you until the day we mourn…

You’ll find me…

You’ll find me in my playlists going back and forth. Riding it like a coaster on a memory attached to the music wanting more. Lost, I’ll be in tune with myself for it’s the sound within in which I cannot hide. Pulsating to a rhythm my heart understands what’s epic to my life. As there’s no one song that completes me so I’ll forever be listening. Singing, bopping, grooving as I’m whistling. You’ll find me looking for sounds the masses have never heard. Easing my pleasure to be soothed by that one line that intensifies my worth. I’ll be surfing my pulse as the bass drops, as the strings stretch, as the vocals explain me to me smiling from mirror to mirror. From solo acts to ballads to silhouettes and duets, I’m in sync with the melody flowing with occasional tears. Grinding for happier times that’s found an orchestrated masterpiece that defines all and the above. You’ll find me in my mental feeding my heart true luv. It could be the sound of an acoustic or a drum roll so precise. At one with the vibe, give me a 432 hrz to ease my mind. You’ll find me as content as having it all. Just me with a few notes in moment that’s untamed and raw. I’ll be grinding in the grit or floating with something so soft. There’s lyrics on a beat that speak in sweet sympathies that haven’t a flaw. You’ll find me adjusting to reality in the way my head nods. Felt deep enough to relate to a creation that hits the spot. Taking me away for just a lil bit. Its therapeutic to enjoy what makes sense of the coming and going and what’s being missed. You’ll find me, that you will. Descending and flying as I climb chords to touch them for my own thrills. You just havta push play to reach me from the other side. I jus hope you have something special to share that I can add to my sighs…

A line…

Carrying the vengeance of men that women created within. With a line if crossed is the end of inconsistent behavior only boys allow. Standing upright with enough pride to know right from wrong, yes in proud. But not as arrogant as a woman’s ego waiting to scorn a man’s heart willing to do right. Silence is met with a combative mindset out to seek and destroy even the simplest thing as a sigh. The weight of burden to correct our masculinity on the rise isn’t so heavy when it’s worth the cause. The mentality of the real ones gather self to move differently than how a woman tends to wanna orchestrate through tones as she avoids her flaws. There are no words when the shoulder turns about for the back to be exposed. That’s the canvas she does her best work on when her way isn’t a priority to the instinct of a man’s hold. In the dirt there’s a line set for boundaries to mingle if the necessity acquires the need to do a lil more from time to time. When face to face is staying in one’s place to show characters has character worth a fuck that shines. Weighed down and moving forward is free will to survive with or without a female trying to get in. Either way I’ll remain me with a determination to never be controlled for all I wanna do is live. She can have her rules I don’t agree with as I ignore every one of them. It must makes sense to everything I am without emotion’s push and pull that for some reason hasta vent. Zero fucks given on a level of submission bcuz my mother is dead and gone. I grew up and know who it is I am and I like me in my peace sitting at home. In good company with my manhood intact hoping the next one doesn’t wind up just another ex. A woman is for sex, a special kinda thrill and my softer side when it has something to show. I havta do what needs to be done as I don’t mind being bein the bad guy all alone twiddling thoughts of luv. Knowing, if given the option a woman will cross a line to see how far her authority runs. They have more issues than actual moments with them that are fun. I’ll lead my life without a follower if it must be. The truth rolling off my tongue will forever say I’m happier when I’m free. On this side of a line where I belong I’ve seen how solitude is so soothing. Yet I ain’t afraid for a female to come along and move me with a ooo we. Work me loose and be the lightning in my skies that light up my nights. With those squiggly lines I’ll bend but I’ll never break so I’ll never submit to the hype. No matter how deep the thunder pounds in my chest there’s always a darkness to claim the absence. I’m just not the type to be bothered by the sadness. Like all the others that I uphold by being a better version of what we are. To sustain the foundation that’s been cracked and chipped away just wanting to do our part. There’s just ain’t a loss worth giving up on me. A line is what helps me breathe…

On read…

On read. That’s where I sit with the silent thoughts of your mind. Pushed to the side for more important things going on in life. In read. I wait for a response I don’t seen to be worthy of. As I question why I should cater to ask and the above. On read. It’s in my face like a an unfiltered slap putting me in my place. I can hear the distance resting conversion staring at tired name. On read. It’s not been hours but days that creates the wonder of significance lingering about. I find it humorous there’s no reply as if words are actual sound. On read. I’ll leave my exposure with you before I shave myself into being belittled. I’m not one for the inconsistency of being fiddled. On read. I’ve become the pause just in case something for meaningful fell through. My guess is you can’t juggle me in bcuz fit me you have no use. On read. It doesn’t matter that much to me. Delete…

If I ever fell…

What would you do to save me if I ever fell.  Knowing I don’t need you to stand back up for I’ve already been there to dwell. Would it be immediate bcuz you cared enough to be a friend? Or talk the walk as I descend into our end. I’m not looking for a savior to rescue me from myself. I just question your loyalty if I ever fell.

No clout…

If you don’t wanna see me shine, imma drink it anyways. And I don’t care about how your emotions rearrange upon your face. I’m the force that seeks to exist. Avoiding the top, I don’t need to be missed. But if your lips could touch my azz you’d feel the singe correct your words. As weird as you are to worry about me, you cannot be heard. Hate me like fading idols you try to replace with your presence. No matter the stakes for status we’re all mere peasant’s. Mirrored to release depths out into the open. I’m just not as ugly as you, insides turn out for the chokin. Bred for the solitude for I don’t run in packs. Only cowards stir up trouble and then hide behind the trap. Exposed to the crowd I need not play. I’d rather go unnoticed than everyone know my name. People just ain’t that important to try to appease. I’m over here living my best life with an ease. You can’t tare me down nor ever get in. I’m just too much for you to comprehend. Your acceptance means nada to me. I’m someone in which you only wish you could be. At peace with myself like the world doesn’t exist. I don’t need no one to praise me for I tickle my own fuckin ribs. Twisted is me for I am in your train of thought. Different so I oppose the norm buried in your pause. It ain’t even flattering just so you know. I could care less and just want to be left alone…

Who’s playing fair?

Family. Love. Friends. Smiles and smirks. What gives it all worth? Who within the circles of evolving truly want it to work. There’s so much the heart and mind conflicts about that creates the anguish of emotions being hurt. What are attachments if they’re not looking out for the core’s peace that is a need? All is good when egos are fed to a degree of awareness going to extremes. As shoulders turn as if roundabout doors help escape mingling scenes. Making time spent stagnant as decisions alter what may or may not haunt dreams. When elders handing down knowledge of situations are that lessons by living in the now is yesterdays brutal trains Ava writes. Who listens to learn prior to repeating the cycle that was once was harsh as unwanted wisdom for they’d rather have tenderness alone in the mirror? Do minds truly elaborate or is considering advice a thing of fear? Is it talking to relate, to teach, is the voice of reason no one to hear. What individuals in the comfort zone only care about self in which dictates actions not of their own. Who comprehends differences doesn’t havta divide the safe space it tastes to coexist? Do these figments of the imagination believe in a better way when strangers come along to be added to haves upon the familiar list. Share are the lines drawn that affect everyone’s mental stability without one single person being missed? Are we in this together or is it a fairytale of old folk tales that are just stories we’re told as kids? When new faces stroll in and out of the crowd to see who fits the chemistry. Exposing who can’t somehow feel another’s happiness and ego shouldn’t partake in the ritual in which we’re all breathe. Who cares, unless self is all that matters when no one attends to witness anything other than the reflection known as the, me? Claiming to be a part of a special type of scenario of belonging sounds very pretty. But do wet get lost in our owns heads when being ok with lost time? Luv’rs bypass sticking around eventually. Family reproduces their own version once age adds to pressures and pleasures that inevitably lead them astray with their individuality. Were we ever meant to remain close enough to bond beyond acknowledging the existence of self awareness that lacks reality? Just to loop back around later on down the road with a better comprehension that was absent to memories due to excuses of productivity. One life. One motion. One chance. Many worlds colliding. All abandoning roots to seek out self’s relentless quest of defining. To make partnerships within relationships work takes a lil acceptance so everyone can participate before the un-aliving. So why are hearts so demonizing? Parents who are offspring and siblings themselves fade into the shadows if remembrance. When downtime evaluates the right time to think of another as if there give too soon as if we’re selfish. Who has the correct way to be when everyone has their own spin on the resistance? Allowing years to go unnoticed by luv’d one’s trapped in the grips of an imaginary alliance. Who like the complications of division by forcefully tearing others apart? With a verbal assault behind backs as ears absorb the sound it takes to ruin their charm. Who in their right mind holds on to unfortunate events in moments of chapters when it’s the series lived that tells the story of growth in the heart? To overcome without the resentment and belittling those most precious we say don’t want to harm. We’re all gonna do something someone else doesn’t agree with. As we attempt to not repeat expressions rehearsed and released from hateful lips. When it all rotates back to the origins in which can’t be found elsewhere bcuz of its grit. As compadres sometimes are the closest people to what a norm could ever get. They to come but when they go they don’t return. Having the same affect of mates do as they run their course until bridges are burned. They all take their turns. But the concept of two bloodlines merging is the oddest form of unity that lurks. Some try and others step away. Causing questions of reasons of who’s truly who at the end of the day. As if it’s cool to avoid interactions at events and gatherings or whole thing together to save face. Silently betraying the luv shared like it’s a game. What is someone to do when watching the fiasco when the willing become the unwilling? When hope gets damaged due to self righteousness feeding its own tolerance that’s chilling. Cold hands have a shut off switch that cripples the joy simply seeking what fulfilling. Is everyone ok with the solitude being appealing? Who can openly admit they’re not perfect in any sense? And has forgiveness without sides taken so no one feels they’re not a piece of the substance. The essence. The purpose of the sequence…

Only if your ego knew…

How does it feel to gather emotions that escaped a luv’rs the heart? From multiple luv’rs that can’t feel anything bcuz you broke in and stole the charisma of their charm. Is it settling to be desired by strangers that become more friends as you threw them back into the world? Discarding their dreams with a heaving whirl. What is it like to live in someone else’s head that can only see the good you refuse to be? Acting out the script in the middle of the hype of getting to know what it takes to set people free. To own portions of pieces of them you’ve never once truly earned. Do you sit upon your thrown as your feet rests on others that have been hurt and not rude in an imaginary hurst? Did the victim mentality create a version of you that can only be seen when it’s a lil too late? Even if you won’t admit it, that’s being fake. Playing others for gains until your tolerance gets bored. Are you what everyone claims is an attraction whore? With so much unused luv left in table where food was to be eaten. All bcuz self is the most impotent player in the game that can’t be beaten. We all know the first one to speak after a breakup creates the scenario that tarnishes the character of the unspoken. As silent truths are forsaken within the broken. So is it that you’re living in your fairytale due to your conscious cannot relate to how pain feels. Cutting ties in the blink of an eye prior to another loss as you just can’t bare to be real. With the capture of so many cherished moments you’ve taken from memories that somehow linger. How is it that it’s you that points the finger? Were you robbed of your essence and never healed? Instead you adjusted to being deceiving with false promises to seal the deal? How many have you claimed for your personal keep? Do you feel better at night as it helps sleep. Forever wanted by needs you abandoned to dangle in the wind. Question is, do you’re really think you are missed? Who’s dead to who? Only if your ego knew…

Day craving you…

Choked, touched and fucked from the inside out. Tempting the alternate version of suppressed moans to feel the inside of your mouth. Gripped, tossed and slapped. Physically bringing the life hidden behind your eyes to the awakening of hour you too are bad. Tasted, teased and squeezed. To get the flavor trapped beneath the surface to ease the moment of your extremities. Tight, soft and wet. My girth buried in between strokes that dig into your chest. Felt, enjoyed and put to use. Lil miss nasty just needs hands groping your caboose. Sliding, thrusting and penetrating you into a levitation with your legs spread wide. Lovely, beautiful and down right gorgeous to my desires. Naked with a side of friction to ignite my fire. Slut, whore, my lil freak wanting more. Rolling you over to put you in all fours. Mmm, yes and the pleasure is all mine. Acting out the lustful thoughts I have locked up in my mind. Bending, licking, behind you with fallacious from your clit to your azz. Your sweet cream layering my face. Wanting, needing, demanding you not to cum. Not until I shove myself inside you so far you can but to explode as you try to run. Restrained, fucked and properly sexually abused. Grinding to get mine after you’ve made a mess of the bed. This is the type of shit that goes on in my head. Thinking, dreaming, day craving you with such a distasteful intent. Sucking and nibbling on your body so your sighs can vent. Yours, mine, were can claim this painting of heavy breathes with just one smile. I promise you it’ll be worth your while…

I owe myself more…

If my arms are such a bad place to be. If you say I can’t luv you the way you seek. If I’m not enough. It’s ok to go find that special kinda luv. Is it you insist for me to be the version on romance you have in your head? What if I wanted to alter you from your emotional state to ease my own chest? Where the balance between a woman and a man? Or does that question provoke you to retract your hand? Do you witness me as worthless and broken bcuz my masculinity is allowed to thrive? Maybe you’re not the woman I was waiting on if so, so ever do I do when you push me to the side? If I say too much when I eventually speak my mind, will you not be happy? What if I stick to the facts we both should hold accountable so as can continue laughing? My compassion doesn’t need to be worn on my sleeve. So who are you to tell me who to be? As passion has many different aspects that determines what is real. Me personally, I’m not worried about how I feel. Sensitivities aren’t to be exposed bcuz some claim to wanna know another through and through. That train of thought isn’t thinking, it’s a forfeit of one’s own presence calling a truce. You will always havta be more feminine than I could ever pretend to be. If you don’t like who it is I am in my natural essence, leave. I can’t share pieces of my life with you as a silhouette you can walk on like a shadow running from the light that shows me in which way I need to be to coexist with your dreams. I owe myself more than that. So if my mental mentality isn’t appeasing your crave spot a softer type of  man, choose a choose a different path. 

Outta place…

To luv someone who isn’t yours to hold. It’ll have you whispering at live, “let’s go”. Moving solo, alone and looking for home. Trying not to rebuttal against another with so much to give. There’s hope. Then there’s the list. A hand full of oppositions that can never take place. It’s when self actuate gets to know one’s on truths. Waiting to see expressions on the face fade fire selfish sakes. Use becomes more than sexual as character needs proof. No more snakes. There’s bo need in being duped. Mental stability must remain the focal point to the madness created by luv. Witness to accountability being present as motion texts to sons choosing paths. With a hushed tongue of what trust truly means to step through and being the hype of the emotional rush. Fast, relations move like cash going in and outta the pocket as the green backs switch up to take turns in the hand that looses its grasp. But the heart doesn’t havta go numb. Just be patient with the lessons of the facts…

Playing catchup much.?.

How far in the past are you? It seems your hanging on to old feels that ruined your use. what’ll it take to died up the process to catch you up to the now where we’re are. Bcuz back then I can’t take to part of the toe of harm. How much are it attached to the feel of being let down? Out looks as if you’ve lost yourself and have never been found. Of not on me to correct your mindset when you can hurt I and bet on work life. I can’t allow myself to be talked in your mental stability doing time. Your vibe is just off. Your mask wore off. As now I see the pain controlling your thoughts. Leasing y down into your emotions where you’re prisoner afraid to heal from someone else’s flaws. Unless this is the real you that’s come along claiming to have overcome your decisions. Have you even considered that nothing is the same as it was when your heart was sowing up incisions. So why does the pain override every good intent displayed before you? Aren’t you moved? You’re still dangling when you should’ve already let go. It’s time to be grown. Shit happens. Start laughing. Or everything prior to now can be the reason I walk away. This isn’t a game. You cave keep going back and forth and expect me to deliver myself when you cater to what no longer exists. You can keep it alive on it own bcuz that’s not I chose to live. It’s my responsibility to go shopping with the chaos in your head. Clear out your mind Ava empty your chest. Yes, is that fuckin easy. What matters in the presence of you still breathing? Nothing can hurt you here but you’re gonna havta comprehend who’s your true enemy. You have inconsistencies. You don’t be smearing your spoils onto me. Decide who it is you wanna be. Be present out longer in it memories. Your reality is conflicting with you’re dreams. It’s evident that the trauma is keeping you from happiness. I don’t want any doings with the distastefulness. Be respectful and move on or gather yourself in your own accord. Either way this show can’t go on. You’re not y pity party. I owe it to myself for you not to harm me. I don’t want your issues for I have my own  that I’ve dealt with a long time ago. Get with it or leave me alone…