These times have me feeling overextended and looking for reprieve. I’m glad it’s over; the tension was rocking my heart and knees. A note to mention is your lack of healthy pleas. I give when you want, but I have to earn what I need? To you, it’s splendid just as long as I spend it but that trend? I’ll end it. Greed gave you glee when you saw an inch of green. Treachery made you flee when I looked to clinch a guarantee. But that time has ended.
These times have me feeling overextended and looking for your smile. It would hurt if it was over. It’s gotten my attention that your distance feels hostile. I hope your intention isn’t malicious or vile; was it worthwhile? Even if the rainy sky descended and a fight blended into our remission, I’ll still extend my hand for you to ascend because you're my friend. But if my tribulations and trials weren’t enough to get your attention, would you amend your ambition to keep us safe and hidden? Safe and hidden from your lechery losing me at the party kitchen because I can’t compete with the Mollys *******’ for a dickin’. I’m prayin’, wishin’ for this to not be just another memory, but you’re hatin’, trippin’ over the lies that you’re a different pedigree. Maybe we’re both right, and the animosity should be suspended. But for our strife and uncertainty, that time has ended.
These times have me feeling overextended and looking for comfort. Sometimes it feels like it’s all over, but I have hope because you’re the one I come for. You can fall asleep in my arms again and I’d forget the dumb wars. I’d cast away the imp ****** who implore for everything with nothing in store. It would feel better than the smoke that makes my lungs roar, but still not as great as your slight twitch, moan, and snore that made me smile again and hate your front door. We both want more, so why not have an encore and let the time go on furthermore?
December 19, 2020: These days, I’ve felt more like a resource than a person. They love you when they can take something from you, but they never give it back. Sometimes, we really do more harm with an open hand than a clenched fist.