Always had a different point of view. Thought process that didn’t follow the same patterns. Pressure to stay put. Fighting gravity building wings to fly. All I ever wanted to do was understand what it’s like to be a man. Not of words but of instinct. Never to need the trend but to create it. Studying how a volcano errupts split by an earthquakes aftershocks. Its been years and I’m running out of luck. Reinforcing myself that what I stand for is cause and not tragedy. Compassion and beautiful intentions only travel what I’ve been told, not been shown. Speaking in riddles expecting them to be solved. All I know is that the best decision isn’t always the right one. Contemplating and weighing feelings verse experience. When they are level no one is here to tell you if you should follow your heart or mind. Ultimately, they both have their consequences. For you, ill be weak and admit its going nowhere and ill keep choosing nowhere to be. Without giving an answer I cannot receive such deeds. Questions have lost their style. Still yet to know of thought out and truthful. The weather changes day by day. Not all endings are meant to be happy, but they are meant to end. Sharing feelings to replace and mend the loneliness. Wanting people to understand what they cannot comprehend. Satisfaction is painted with a small brush that never completely covers the white specs of the big picture. I’ve got everyone fooled without even trying to. If there’s a bright side then this tunnel is said to end. I can’t deny that doomed and dark is the type of twisted I am. I can’t deny that I’m confused, ritzy, or expendable. But I can admit that just like you, empathy gets the best of me. This is why I wish I knew everything.

Strip down and look around. If it isnt lost it cant be found. Wash off your filthy skin, but tomorrow youll be dirty again. If there’s a God and you’re his gift, an angel robbed a demons wish. Heaven needs a love like this. One Hell of a story to teach the kids. Once we’ve burned all evidence that Eve fucked Adam for revenge. Mask up, we’ve got a part to play. Make me hate you in every way. Ill destroy you so youll want to stay. Show me you care on the bedroom floor just like you did the night before. Seeing is believing and id rather play pretend. Disappointed when the ending begins. I thought Barbie only fucked Ken. Why is she at my house again? She was supposed to be my friend but I ripped her head off when I was 10. When mom sewed it back on, Barbie still had the same ‘ol grin. If she wins Kens heart, ill never see the end start. Ill never know of love without believing we came from up above. Even crows fly the skies of a dove. Oh God he wants a wife to make his bed after he gives me head. Id rather keep it on the floor so Barbie isnt the only whore. He’ll switch his name to Lucifer if God makes Ken loose touch with her. Save the script for your bible shit. Save yourself from a love like this. It never ends once it begins. Barbie is my only friend. Life is as real as we pretend. Just like you my faith is strong. If youre right, I must be wrong. Under him is where I belong. On top of her I am God.

Cracked and bruised, dirty and used, these hands are my only proof. My hearings off. My eyes seek soft for my heart is lost with no map to guide the thoughts of a desperate mind around the works of time. I can’t feel you honestly, until my fingertips are in sync. You can’t feel possibility, until your chest becomes my snare to the bass of your purity. What’s left of it can’t be right unless it’s next to me. We dream the sun will rise and wake to watch it fall as the night becomes reality. These hands have touched a story with no lines to sight. The movies own every copyright. Every sequel has an end, but for now can we just pretend? That with each page turned another chapter begins. I don’t want your perspectives; I don’t want your truths. And if you catch my objective, blame it on my youth. Give me a sentence of forever with you. Don’t need a house, don’t need a car. Just a piece of who you are. Even near, you’re still too far. My legs won’t quit this race. You know you want me in first place. Make me run, that’s okay. I won’t let them take you away. Not today. We’re so perfect in a funny way. Once a struggle, now a joke. We work so hard just to be flat broke. Taking five for a drink and smoke. What’s going to make me die, is the reason I’m still alive. Our will to survive is worth more than a paper bill. Once a mountain, now a hill. Keeping track of how we feel, is the only part we lack. Every Jack needs a Jill.

Satan lives in me, consuming all sanity. As if hell is the place id rather be. Mastering the art of calligraphy, signing my life to this destiny. I swear to God he has it out for me, not even death will set me free. I wear a lock that has no key. Admire paintings carved skin deep, the only thing these eyes can see. They say its about mentality, I say be gone with morality. Killing in the name of family, I bet theyre all so proud of me. Bought a plot in shade of a tree, sold by anothers fantasy. He’d rather burn than bury me.

It’s got a hold on you. Gravity pulling between the two. Make up just to break up. Each decision leaving you stuck. You think you’re breaking. You seem to forget our making. Loyalty is what I promised you. Understanding is nothing new. I’ll continue to be true, While you keep searching for clues. I’ll speak perspective while you seek perception. Your confusion leaves me restless. I blame me for knowing better, I blame you for catching me in your emotional clutter. You see what I do for a piece of you. It’s hard to grasp what it’d be like if it were just us two. Caution the thought, you’ve got another who’s in the same exact spot. I know it’s not all they make it out to be. I’m here to stay if that’s out of your way, I’m here to leave if that’s what you need. Action is based on pace, emotion follows no time no race. The battle is neither right nor wrong, where we end up is where we belong. This isn’t from me to you. What you read from what I write is my story to tell, my battle to fight, my ending to design. Let your beginning be easier than mine, and write your ending with me in mind. When lost, you never know what you’ll find. I’ve learned the real story is what’s between the lines. Will my words stand strong or will i erase and replace? Just like you, I’ve been known to change direction. I plan to head east, but ill switch west, just to keep an eye on the mess. I’ve been known to fight for nothing and I’ve been known to give up everything. What holds me together is what tears me apart. In case you were wondering, that’s what you call heart.