Lips are meant to be kissed, but yours were meant to be bitten. I miss nibbling the ebony out of your darkness and lighting up a new fire. We burned so well that i never realized that we were burning out like a dwindling twilight blaze. it was never meant, and the realization is making me sicker and sicker the more I sit in front of this phone and call my common sense to me to only receive your whispers on the voice mail. Im emptier. Emptier than I've ever been because you took the life out of me. ******* thief.

Is it worth it to you?
All these tears that wet my lips, are my lips moist enough for you? Warm and juicy like honey apples that stimulate the senses like only flavor knows how.
Was it worth it is all I'm asking.
I'm dizzy, floating, choking on the bitter taste of a pill i cannot swallow. Help me, help me, I can't keep my food down or my attitude positive, or my voice from cracking like the skin on my lips as they dry from a lack of kisses from you.
Everyone in the population is addicted to their phones, I was addicted to you. And it may sound a little unorthodox because I left, but I already miss you. I wish time moved like Microsoft word: ticking with each stroke of the keys you control and allowing for rewrites to reach a perfect conclusion, I miss you. Maybe more than the feeling of comfort that once inhabited my soul or the warm hands that once occupied mine, I was a faithful concubine.
But was i really?
Who would've known that a month could span years? We moved so fast and i couldn't switch gears so I knew we would either crash and see our relationship fears or stomp the breaks and leave in tears. Im stupid, I know. But I don't know how to change that

Tell me why there is so much hate in the world these days but every religion claims it teaches love. Tell me why people hate black people or why parents are ******* or why we spend 14 years at school institutions for free but have to pay thousands a year for a college education. tell me how the caged bird got that way. My curiosity is burning hotter than the sun on the burnt skin of my ancestors wiped out by conquistadors and brought across an ocean of blood tears against the tide of their will.
What am I doing here? Where did I come from and where am I going? Why wasn't i born into a rich white family? Why do I have to watch my mother struggle with lips sewn shut because we don't struggle as bad as other families? Why is money even a standard of living when it's just a piece of ******* paper? See, I'm convinced that this world ain't ****.

Sometimes I wish I was the brotha from the boondocks. You know which one I mean: ***** with the swag *** afro and intelligence that keeps his enemies awake at night. An attitude that just screams "don't **** with me" and, just like a broken toilet, he don't take **** from nobody. Yeah, I wish that was me sometimes.

What's such a pretty girl doing with a stranger between her thighs and a camera in her face? What demons in her closet has she failed to embrace? What led her to this hallway of ******* that has her life hindered this way? doesn't she know that she's only a phase meant to fade away from the industry she's chosen?
As these thoughts enter my head, my lust always stays frozen. It leaves me wondering where my life is headed, hell, if she ran out of options what the hell is it gonna be like for me? I can't go into the adultery industry, so what will become of me? I hate to say it, but it made me sad laying there with a hand in my pants and my brain in high gear. There are no simple solutions for me in life, and I started to understand that.

I know of love; I know of lust, I know what's fair and what's unjust. I've seen the light, I breathe the dark. I've had a whole and broken heart. I've kissed your lips and felt the bliss, and felt things I will truly miss.