My poetry has potency
I listen to my words

and know it's me
growing in the never ending curse,

of feeling and not showing it
a lesson never learned,

to let go of the echo
when I’m feeling so unsure.

Blurring every line
that I’m toeing up,

looking way behind
and like throwing up,

the person that I was
wasn’t old enough,

to see the stuff
that I’ve done and just slow it up,

I just really wanna hit him,
and tell him the fear is there,

because you let it be
and life won’t be fair.

I know that no one told you,
they were never there.

But here is where you are now
so you better care.

It’s okay to take a moment
hocus pocus on my focus,

theres magic in the habits
that have brought me to my lowest.

Growing by the moment,
yet stuck inside emotions,

the motions that I’m going through
expose a man thats soulless.

I’m inspired
by the desire thats inside of myself.

The fire thats alive again,
in every time that I've felt,

pushed down or not helped
man, he's put down on himself.

I'll throw down on this blunt,
that I only trust what I’ve dealt with.

Regrets are for suckers
with an irrelevant message.

You either move on,
or move into your own personal hell with,

your fears and,
the problems that will be keeping you helpless.

I'm sounding all dramatic,
but with rap such a weapon,

I’m just throwing my two cents into
the new fountain of youth,

Who’s in pursuit of a message
so here’s a perspective in truth.

Seek out every angle.
False facts do confuse.

So fall back on the proof,
and if you can’t then pursue.

Your life is in your hands,
just grab land and uproot.

Create the one that you want
theres one chance at this, dude.

If you can’t dabble in the dance,
you won’t advance or improve.

Don’t be the type to stand still, man.
I demand that you move.

I loved you...I really loved you.
But that "D" at the end of the word love,
is liberation.
Past tense freedom, from feeling dumb,
and tense and tired,
and numb and dense ,
uninspired love needed that "D", for proper punctuation.

Ending a love that faded,
with too many tries, wasted time, and de ja vu goodbyes.
It’s not just you I leave behind, it's the person that I was when we met.
Two of us, two years in,
in two years, we both grew, into fears
and far from respect.
That "D" at the end of the word love,
means love is possible again, just not with you.
And unlike just being friends,
or sticking with it until the end, of time,
I’m, being realistic, and finding truth.

Who made who so sadistic?
Angry and twisted, just 2 misfits throwing ***** fits.
Is true love truly so egotistic?
Asking a biased source, so of course it is, kid.
Passion ran it’s course, now my pain is specific.
A lack of reciprocation, mixed with a growing distance.
Because as I grew, I grew farther from you,
as I tried so hard to stay close,
in hopes, that if properly approached,
I can fix us both.
But I may have just been fixing something that wasn’t broke.

With time, you stole parts of my heart, soul, and mind that can never be returned.
A third of my heart is left inside lessons learned, so the next 3 words that come out of my mouth,
are “I loved you”.
And that "D" at the end of love,
is the only way that I can rise above, what we are, and call it was, cause it’s history.
And if I don’t learn from it, I’m doomed to repeat it.
In tune with what I need, in need to seek out me, and lose the we.
It’s true that I loved you, but the God's honest truth is I never loved you as much as I love me.

And I hope you understand how that could be.

I’ve been floating in purgatory.

Stuck in a rut.
Entrusting in the bigger story,
and not just the front.

If this is all that there is,
then where is the what?

Who is the how?

And why such a slump?

Will love be enough,
if I love me enough?

Enough to dust me off 
and build me back up?

I think it’s all of my questions,
that lessen hunt.

Second guessing the messes,
won’t clean them back up.

It’s time to grow up,
and own up to true me.

Whatever that means,
it means that I’ll see.

Blinded no more.

I’m parting the seas.

I know I can’t swim,
but don’t want to sink.

You can't love me, since you don't love you. But I love me, so I can't love you.

I fell in love with glimpses,
of images,
of what you were...
and what we could be.
Glimpses that blinded me.

I found myself looking behind,
to try to find that one time,
where I saw who you are.
Without the mask, and costume,
you’re convinced that you need to wear.
Convinced by your beautiful soul, smile and hair.
That they are not, and never would be enough.

Overcompensation is your image.

The reflection of perfection, in a flawed mirror.

But those glimpses of purity, were purely and surely
who you really are.
But if you don’t know it, how could I?
How could I see,
and feel,
and experience,
the you that "you" run away from.
So often, that it has to be bad for you,
and tire you out.
Why else would you run?
Have you become so accustomed to feeling numb,
that feeling anything else is feeling dumb?
and weird?
to seek out the flaws that make you unique?

Flaws is the harshest word you’ve ever heard
But the beauty I see in it,
and you,
are what keep me afloat during the stormier times.
Times from stories we don’t tell to anyone,
but remember as we lay awake at night.
Left wondering which secret story it was,
that sealed the deal.

Like a brand new prescription,
these glimpses of you give me hope,
that this time will be different.
I will pace myself, with this new addiction.
Far from a joke, but who am I kidding?
I’m the only one laughing,
manic and panicked.
Standing defeated, from believing I had it.
The comfort in pain just waiting for you to shine on through;
proves that if I’m not chasing her, and if I’m not chasing you,
I’m running in place, in a race that I’ll lose.
But losing you is not a loss,
thats just our love and what it cost.

The pain exchanged between us has a rate I’d hate to see.

I hesitate to demonstrate exactly what we used to be.

If history repeats itself, I’ll feel the need to seek some help.

Reached a peak and when we fell, we let go of what we held.

True intentions

in suspension.

Falling towards

another lesson.

Misdirected missed connection, lost within our misconception.

Is this it?

No needs are met.

Position on your knees and pray.

Tomorrows pain is lived today.

Truth is now a disguised fake

There in lies, the wait.

The stutter step.

New change of pace.

I met a person in a mask, who took it off too **** late.

In too deep, and never great.

Is this love, or my mistake?

It's blatant that we're never meant, a lovely fact we'll never face.