I’m told that you’d always despise the man who managed to gain your woman’s attention long enough for it to put a permanent hold on your love for her. I’m told that, you’d despise the existence of the man who was able to win her over faster than you could hold her.

I’m told that, you’d never forgive the man who stole what was once a piece of your happiness. I’m told that my vocabulary would never extend past hatred and regret.

I’m told that the hatred would run so deep that remorse would cease to exist and forgiveness would be as distant as he led your woman to be from me.

I’m told that rage would be the mediator of the centuries best ***-whoopin’... man if I ever put hands on him, they’d put cuffs on me, put me in cell number 3, throw away the key and **** well forget about me like how she did every time he smiled in her direction.

My prison sentence would equate to how she deemed my existence a jail cell, confined to four corners, 3 square meals and a bed to offload the despair of being trapped.

I’d imagine that, at this point, he would be the prison guard who talks to her and ***** her every time she gets lonely in her four cornered cell.

The thoughts of his arms kindly caressing your skin, as his lips play hop scotch all over your body. I see his nose welcoming the fragrance of your skin, and his hands lightly touching you like the oceans touch the sands.

I see your smile meeting his, almost mischievously. Your hearts both racing, it feels so wrong but why does it feel so right. As his lips slowly make their way down to your hips that supposedly don’t lie, you welcome him with a deep gasp....

He knows what he’s doing because it’s not the first time, but it sure feels like it. You run your hands all over his head, as he ...

Groans and moans that echo into the dim lit room, echoed by the walls, that have ears but no mouth. He continues to send you into a deep trance.

Even still, it feels so wrong but how do you stop it. She’s so far in, he’s so deep in and the moment is so in the moment that in that moment, she remembered that today I work at a different time and I knock off early and on cue, I walk through the door.

I walk through the door to see the love of my life, loving another life that isn’t mine... he looks up in shock.... in shock that she should’ve known better about my schedule, and not knowing better about loving me.

It’s not his first time in her room, between her legs or even in her.... space...

Her eyes look like two moons, wide as day with deeds dark as night. Explanations fade with the love she proclaimed and there I stand.

You see, I’m rather shocked that I didn’t know better. 1+1 hadn’t been equaling 2 lately. Instead of being rational, I thought my maths teacher had failed me, questioning the equation that’s as certain as the air I’m breathing...... that 1 + 1 equals 2..... 2 many times has she lied to me. 2 many times has she defiled this love... 2 many times I had given her a chance and 2 many times have I given twice the love, and not once had it equated to meaning a **** thing, I feel worthless... I’m a big OH, no, a big Zero with so much love but not enough time to find the right one to give it to.

I’m a victim to 2 much love....

Your palms are steady,  strong and soft.
Lay them down my soul's vibrant flows.
Let your hands clap to my vibrations
The braille of my biology spells out signs
In soul language
Steady, strong, soft.
Silently sound out that language -
Hold on to the memory of our vibrations

Unexplained, unintended but unbelievably indispensable;

Hold onto those vibrations;
They weren't made for language.
Steady, strong, soft -
That is the algorithm of our love.
Steady, strong, soft.

My greatest fear is my greatest regret. Living in every other moment, except my own. I fear losing out on me while concentrating on what doesn’t concern me, because I’ve become so good at giving so much of me that when I have me all to myself, I don’t know what to do with me.

Every waking day is dedicated to making some one else’s day, and my day doesn’t matter because yours comes first. I come last, take that how you want but at the end the day, the good guys always finish last, but we also finish right, next to perfection laced with no regret, see I know this because I was well acquainted with making your day, everyday without fail, and now I fail to see what I would do without you, because You revolves around me like the sun to the earth, and even though you keep rotating, so I reach every side of you, it seems like I never appealed to the side that mattered

It is said that the sun will never burn out but today for the first time in a long time I’m giving the cold shoulder...