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constantly searching for something that doesn’t want to be found
waiting for the day someone picks me up and takes me away ..
what does it feel like to be loved?
how am I supposed to love someone who will never love me?
Unrequited love is what I see
banging your head on the pavement wondering when you’ll be free… from self hate and denial of love.
one day I will be
ready for love and all that it brings..
but for now I will continue to drown in my sorrow and soak in my pain.
how long will take, for you to find me
It only happens when you are completely ready for the next step. You can tell yourself and make yourself believe that you are ready, but it will not happen until you sit down with yourself.
You think and analyze your situation, think about what would the consequences would be if it was to go left. If you can not face those consequences then you are not ready for change.
Transformation starts from within and brought out because you are literally become a whole new person. New vibe, new energy, new mindset etc.
A caterpillar will stay in its cocoon until it’s ready to fly high like the beautiful butterfly it’s meant to be. They don’t rush perfection
Untouched, unexplored, unsure of what to look for you took control,
Embrace me with your masculine hands, so strong yet gentle,
I am falling in love with you,
Deep emotion, sensitivity, warm sensations, passion and ecstasy,
I crave your touch
My heart throbs when you kiss me
My legs tremble at the touch of your tongue to kiss my breasts
I lose my breath when you look me in my eyes
I feel safe in your arms, I’m impressed by the things you do, you are my inspiration
Sending vibrations, amazing zigzags traveling up and down my spine as you explore my ebony body
I am lifted into a cloud of silence as you begin to enter my gate
What is what we call love
Love…. I don’t really know much about it
Noticing the fake and real love it’s not hard to spot it
Real love is unconditional
Fake love is acceptable
Real love is something like towards your mother or blood brother
Fake love seems to be more of a bother
Real love is something you can actually feel inside
Fake love is something made up on the outside
Loving someone can be painful
Sometimes to the point where it’s unbearable
It’s many ways to define love
But one thing I know for sure is that it’s a feeling you can’t get rid of
ON THE BRAIN
I’m really bad with going through with my dreams, i don’t know. I was born with water on the brain
i like the idea of it and I can go through but the effects affect my rage. I used to hate the cage I locked myself.
Being hurt doesn’t teach you lessons of perseverance or give you strength. It teaches you to how to be hurt.
Hurt from myself more than anyone else.
I need insight the way a garden needs dirt and I need books the way nouns need adjectives and verbs
I have learned that honesty can not be spoken, only perceived
I’ve been judging the way you’ve been judging me
My attitude has changed but I am still the same.
My reflections of my observations and my self esteem.
Painful and elated but I’m great again and my grin is greater. If we are speaking in measurements of inches and feet then I am in deep and I’ve found my treasure
What’s better than a internal bliss that’s forever
An unforgettable endeavor that hurts but I like the pressure.
I can love better. Fallen for oppressors and tripping over pleasure
Grateful and formulated and I am great again and I have faced my errors.
I’ve made bad decisions no excuses whatsoever
I guess I’m saying that I’d rather hurt and become clever from the familiarity than hurt then wish for clarity
There are no guarantees. Look at the levels of jealousy and poverty
Susceptible to mockery but what’s a satire without stupidity.
I’m dying , can’t you tell ?
Little by little my memories leave me.
The ones I’m trying to hold on to the most are the ones of you .
The ones that hold your kiss which stained my soul forever.
The ones that are filled with your warm embrace .
Even the one where you left .
The very one where you carved your way out my heart ,slicing thru veins . Using them as strings to tie a boulder of pain to my ankles as you pushed me in the ocean of depression, watching me drown .
The very memories that gave my this illness.
because I drank way too much and tried to blow the misery away with cigarette smoke.
Now the cancer is killing me .
And I’ve been asked do I believe in angels or what do I see after death .
Truth is the only angel I’ve ever known was you and I’ve been dead since you left .
But doctors say my body is dying and they told me to write to keep from being engulfed in fear.
So here I am , attempting to do something “good” but I’m failing at that too.
I’m not a writer . I’m simply a dying 21 year old with a broken heart, two bad kidneys and even worse lungs .
I guess if you ever read this I want you to know that even though after you left I went thru hell .
I would do it all over again just to fall in love with twice . I’m not desperate for life or a cure for the cancer . I’m desperate for even just a moment with you again. I’m desperate to stretch the memories I had with you into the cosmos making those short moments live eternally . I’m desperate for time to relive them . I’m desperate for you not to forget me …
Please don’t forget me
Because my wishes and my hopes along with everything else this life held for me will die along with my body.
My mine is tiredT of me
You can’t run away from confrontation.
The feelings never voiced, are the ones that destroy you
You can’t be afraid of progression, the fear of others mockery will latch in place
Writing the ugliest of truths always felt safe
Now it just feels like a waste
I know you were that puppet too
Doing what was expected instead of what passions flooded you
After a hundred times of disappointing yourself, you’d think you’d had enough
Stop running away from confrontation.
Your mind is trying to tell you it’s reached its limitations.
It wants to be happy too
4th Avenue and Main
I’ve been told I drink too much .
They say I’m trying to drown my misery and pain in the bitter taste of the booze.
They say that what I’m doing is destroying myself and that being at this bar on 4th avenue and main is me sentencing myself to a personal hell .
Truth is I’m not trying to drown anything , I don’t want to forget or to heal from anything because that means I’ll forget her and I’ll heal the wounds that she left behind. And those are my only reminders that what I felt was real once.
I drink because it distorts my perception of reality I’m able to be anyone , hopefully one good shot will turn me into the person she really wanted all along .
But for now I’ll do my best to be a musician and play the blues from the heart strings she pulled. I’ll be a mirror broken so when I pick up the pieces to view myself I’ll bleed every time.
I’m afraid when I’m sober . Sobriety reminds me that there’s plenty of fish on the sea and that love will come again. Screw that ! I rather sail dead waters and have my heart removed from my chest than to ever have her replaced . I drink to keep her close. I taste her kiss within the sweetness of the rum. I feel her from the warmth of the whiskey .
This isn’t a bar on 4th avenue and Main , it’s simply my residence on memory lane .