I have been feeling the need for validations lately.The emotions I wear make me hate me.And you wanna know what’s crazyI’m insecure on why we are even dating. Interactions once had, now have changedOur conversational site-maps aren’t the sameI am conscious that we use to talk every dayNow, we are dry, redundant, and kind of lame….
In my America, murder is justifiable.In my America, people suffer while freedom is preached.In my America, convenience always outweighs humanity.In my America, it’s “we the government…”In my America, interracial couples are prominent while racism thrives.In my America, we sweep things under the rug and pretend they don’t exist.In my America, our world is too precious…
Infinite possibilities and infinite parallels. I plan to experience everything that is imaginable and create new philosophy in which I will dance in. My revelations are not void and my reasoning requires no validation. I am that I am that I see fit. I can change like the wind or remain rooted like a tree….
Feverishly you expose your truths to meWithout any knowledge of the outcomeI am just a memory in the making,But I want to make my memory breathtaking.I appreciate your body’s perfectionAnd indulge in all its flaws.Completely bare you signal for my love.I greedily accept.Your body release fragrance indescribable as my hands trace your softness,I feel you.Your…
Many levels of loveEncased by layers of lust.My lust comes from my distrust.I rushThen I am crushed.Transparency gives way to vulnerability.I am taught humilityBecause love is reliant on you falling.Understanding that the outcome may not be pleasantBut the greater risk is never having it.The weight of my decision echoes.Consequences are giving, so I let goOf…
4 Love does not give up. Love is kind. Love is not jealous. Love does not put itself up as being important. Love has no pride. 5 Love does not do the wrong thing. Love never thinks of itself. Love does not get angry. Love does not remember the suffering that comes from being hurt by someone….
I always try to cover what I feel with crazy nights and laughter while my mind is in another world dealing with my disaster. Why do I do this? Why don’t I just deal? It’s because I have always been afraid to feel. Afraid of my own pain, too scared to feel the hurt. Afraid I won’t understand and…
red wrists, red wrists!oh, red wrist!how I missthe blissyou bring when pissedand shit.red is the warmestwhen pain is the deepest.red is satisfyingwhen I grow weak.heart is heavy and my future seems bleak red wrists, red wristsoh red wrists!penetrated layers, scarredhealing turns into infections.the contrast in complexion.deceptionconfused by perspectivenothing left to beckon red wrists, red wrists!oh, red wrist!circulates hurtand yet sweet reliefa…
I love you.I care for you.I fucked you when you ask…And yet I feel trapped. Trapped in this circular pattern.Giving my all, but all isn’t given back.I’m conflicted and confusedI feel used and abused.Taken lightly is the termI say a lot, but you hear empty words.How do you communicate with the deaf?How can I force…
Guarded hearts and planned emotions have been my reality for a while now. Safe with no expectations, solely because assumptions make a fool out of you and me, but mostly me. Behind these walls I have lost all ties to social interaction, or how I deal with intimacy of any kind is misconstrued the feel…
