Douse restrictions in gasoline and set fire to boundaries.
We used to fake snore until he was sound asleep
To sweep up behind his mistakes
In attempts to make him great
But tables turned at the turn of the century
When we no longer had to live nightmares where we’d jail our dreams
We met freedom
Became close friends with liberation
Being married, is not the pinnacle
Single at 30 is no longer a stigma
But a celebration
The difference between
He needs you more than you want him.
I raced through the streets of New York thinking I could find you
I paced the streets of Atlanta hoping to remind you
I raved through all of Chicago knowing we had died too.
You trap me here and ask me to speak on what I’ve seen
If I open my mouth I know blood will run out so I bite my teeth
I’m not a witness, Jesus is my savior
Selling out is like selling souls
And either way that ship has sailed
You can promise gold
I can’t use it when my organs fail.
This isn’t how its supposed to be.. Why are there still clothes on me. You’re here but you aren’t close to me. We’ve never been so distant. You say that I chose to leave. I remember it different. I’ve been thinking, its better to know. The feelings sink in and never let go. The heaviest of anchors. Best friends become strangers. I never sensed the danger and I can’t explain the anger built up inside. Now I get an unfamiliar vibe making me feel less alive. I attempt to recollect a few memories and recall your tendencies but .. Now .. I just sense an enemy. Both eyes open but you can’t see my soul. I’ve lead a bit of a hard life, seen it can be cold. If I play my cards right, I’ll never have to fold. I can tell each time you bluff because I used to be the reason you blushed I gave you a reason to love.. These are just thoughts, I’ll never say them. My thoughts at 2:28am
You made me forget
Formation and syllables
Learning from a queen
This realist was ready to reenlist
With my miss I’ll walk confidently through
all levels of our awaiting inferno.
My morning coffee
You give me a reason to wake up,
But you also make it that much harder to leave this bed.
Do you remember when weekdays were made for Mai Tais? And all my time was spent with eyes wide trying to find where God could’ve made a flaw in you.
Consisted of all points necessary for a story.
Freytags Pyramid was followed precisely.
Consisted of as little dialogue as possible
Instead of ink
The words were written in drops of sweat
We made love
You spoke in a foreign tongue
I responded with a tongue you knew well
I meant every word I ever said to you . Every single one. My sentences never had punctuation because I’m not a fan of putting an end to something that isn’t over yet; that’s why semicolons exist. When we spoke, every breath I inhaled had the effects of opium and every breath I exhaled screamed “I love you”.