to salvage a love
is to reignite a spark
however it never appears to be enough
you left me in the dark
left victim to your vices
which are slowly tearing me apart
every time a moment arises
where you are able to face me with credence
you run and replace me with suffices
i have pledged my allegiance
when you have forgotten your vow
which makes me drown in grievance
you seem to be doing just f...
new commitments lounge on my frontal lobe
awaiting contemplation from my egos bliss
as my pencil touches paper
i can not help but think of my faults that make me flawed
so often do we forget that we’re made in the image of god
i am not a muse of comfort or predictable endings
i’m rather a woman who seeks adventure and spontaneous highs
dreaming of a robust future while dealing with pieces of r...
if your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?
would you admire the abrasive edges
and yearn to know
why they are placed how they are
would you cherish its beat
the rise of it when you come around
or when you tell me i’m the most perfect thing
would you hold it like your hands the last thing my heart will ever feel
because in a way, i think it will be...
“when i told you i loved you i meant it” he said.
“if i told you i felt deeply about you you would believe me”.
the tugging of heart strings is an normal occurrence in his heart.
he believes he has discovered love just to end up dealing with someone else’s damages.
and to tell the truth, it keeps him up at night.
he stares at the ceiling for hours trying to find a remedy for the painful reoccurr...
reminding myself peace of subjective
like the flow of my motions
pieces of myself neglected
voids as far wide as oceans
staying dynamic threw commotions
i get my inspiration form trees
they taught me to take seasons in doses
no escaping what’s meant for me
on top of the world, the bottom of the totem
my belonging of this universe guaranteed
my heart is full, it is open
everything is just as it’s ...
speaking of it would make it real
if i conceal my lips
with an illusory way of thought
be reticent in my interactions
and desolate with my heart
i could manifest a reality
where everybody caught amnesia
because the truth is -
i am guilty, regretful
of the girl i once was
the role i once played
so now i’m playin’ pretend...
