i dont hate him i thank him.

everytime i listen to this song the tear drops drop on their own
my innerself asks why did i play it
my heart wants to run to him
my thoughts are consumed
i can see him sittin in his chevy outside my home
i can smell him and his cheap cologne
i can picture us holding hands as he drives
i can see my smile and feeling like i had it all
but i had nothing at all
im broken and have yet to be fixed i hate our memories, shit i hate this.
but i dont hate him, i thank him..yes i thank him.

oh yea she's typical.

money hungry to the core
you get broken off but want some more
clothes minded and hypocritical
try to play innocent oh yes ur the victim
material possessions consume ur thoughts
to hide behind insecurities that crowd ur thoughts
to blame others
to see what you see
oh no sweetie i don't want no invitation to your pity party..
i grow and u regress
what is the difference?
something u can never understand
take off ur blind fold and see the world for what it is
ur weave and ur fake dream dont pay the bills
using others and stepping on toes only feeds karma and puts more customers in here store..
u can try all u want to bring me down but thats a battle that u will keep losing, so no u wont.
no substance just general peer pressure influence..
call me whatever u want..but baby i'm BEAUTIFUL!

a writers bliss..

a writers bliss lives in the verbs..
a writers bliss is more yes more than words.
bliss
blissfully
yes me no not you no yes oh fck it we..

a writers bliss journeys to no route.
a writers bliss prolongs the longest song ever wrote..
he calls i call i end we begin as usual this repetition starts over AGAIN

i thought bliss made sense
so if it isnt bliss then it may be my haven..
i ask for none i mean well i receive none thoughts are like spells..my vision is no longer clarity and i yell..
powerless is beyond expectation an antonym couldn't reiterate it..

a writers bliss or so its called i love my words or maybe i shouldnt of spoke at all.

They

I would get mad abt wht they had
When I realize that wht they have is normal and basically attainable.
Beating my self up is pure jealousy
My eyes turn green and full of envy
I'm not jealous of them I'm jealous of their security
That they actually underneath it all have a unity
But then I figured tht tht unity comes w/a price
A price tht I'm not willing to pay
I know the hurt the anguish the cheating and being led astray
So I could care less abt wht they have had has like do invest any of it at all cuz I knw it aint real.
And I intend to find it and one day I will.

What I want

What I want is simplistic
A fool that is too complex may fuck up and miss it
But complexity is a turn on
But a fool is a turn off
A light switch can be a metaphor
What I want can't be ignored
One day I will receive what I'm looking for
I'm deep as any shore
I'm complicated but make sense
I'm something you can't forget
What I want I will find
And I bet our hearts will beat the same rhyme :)

Dismantled

Don't try to rain on my parade if ur plane aint land yet
Don't try to smother my dream when urs aint nothing but fantasies
Don't try to bash my name if u don't know half of where I come from
I don't come from the bottom I come from the top
My heart is a melting pot
It suffers conjures and is hot
My pops took care of us financially
The financial fucked up my moms mental stability
It was said that he had an illegitimate
She dealt w/it to keep her lifestyle
Watching from the sideline w/aww inside
Nothing ever came down my eyes
I learned to swallow pride
I learned to be humble
I learned to learn from my so called examples yes I may look altogethr but my situation is dismantled.

Thine, mines, and ours.

Ever thine ever mine ever ours
What does that mean
What does it seem to be
I can dissect each component
But will anyone notice
My words hold my tears behind them
I want him to read them so he can dry them
Ever thine ever mine ever ours
The love story doesn't exist
Over and over again I get dissed
I am no longer missed unless its by friends..
And even tho my broken heart has mended
A empty space has parked within it

wisdom tweet.

tryna build bridges instead of walls
i dont wanna do the love thing at all
im hurting to no end
i lied when i said my heatt finally mended
my feelings feel otherwise
the heart that was once pumping somehow died
i feel nothing but numbness inside
my soul is tryna swallow my pride
i dont know the reason why
salty tears
burnin chest
but yet im tryna build bridges instead of walls
i dont wanna do the love thing at all
to my self loving myself giving to my self is where i fall.