The fact you repeat something over & over again
But it becomes completely unnecessary
Is redundant

When you lead me on.
Showing a bit of emotion.
The commotion kills my brain like a  potion

But it's rundant

The more we speak around,
The more our heart will drown,
Because that bush that wasn't easy to get around
Has you down

But beating through that bush,
Will only cause me to push
Back to a reality that that will be missed

I hear it now, but I see something else
I hear it now, but I want it to be something else

Constantly exploring this muscle  
That's called a heart.
But when I search it's cold and dark

But I know it's uncalled for
Because it's redundant to think about that thought.

Whoa
Never been in this position before
Stuck between another corral
I never seen before
Confusing thought at more
But why I wanna accept this more
But can't follow my fear anymore
Because I know what it can be
If I let myself be
But is that a sacrifice I wanna take
But you gotta take, to make

Stop.
Pause, repeat?
Did I get that clear?  
You want the rear?
Lust is a *****
Because comes like a itch
But you can't relate because it's a ache
An ache that's
A feeling that makes you feel awake.

Give me more.
Piddd
Give me more
Not so much more that makes me explore
But enough to make me quit it
I'm laughing now but I don't wanna feel it
Give me more to not wanna feel it
Give me more to not wanna feel it.
It way you can't explain man
It flows like a another way boy

GIVE ME MORE
So I can STOP
WHOA
That's just a thought.

I'm coming from a place
I don't wanna go there

So victim to the taste
I can hardly bare  

My control is running weak
My mind Is at an all peak

As if I can only pretend to comprehend

It sounds ridiculous but only I feel productive when I'm doing nothing.
Sitting back, just relaxing.
Popping blue beans, burning bowls of green.
And just thinking.
Daydreaming about how things could have been.
How things could still be.
But how things will probably be.
Just close your eyes and let music be your guide.

Entire lives constructed and played out
in grand fashion. A world so detailed
I would rather get lost,
And never come back to this travesty of a society,
so raw and primal.
so human.
My world is so beautiful and yet so depressing
because it's what ours could be, but never will become.
Anything to distract me from this.
The 24 year old burnout grinding through school because there aren't many options left.
So where will I'll be in 5 years?
I wont.

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

I'm tired of
My beating heart yearning for love.

Every beat sends signals to my brain
But they don't connect.

Should I follow my heart or brain?