I was simply in love with a boss, but not in love with what he did.

A boss who was a grown man, and I only a kid.

Its not simple being in love with a boss, for its not always clear what they do.

Its also not simple, because they can’t always be there for you.

He was a boss in every since of the word, no more no less.

From the crown of his head, down to the way he dressed.

A boss who moved in silence, no one could ever know he was around.

But only in complete true darkness did anyone know who I had found.

When he undressed and so did I,

I found a simple man, who simply tried.

When the moonlight poured into the bedroom window,

When his soft and sensuous lips touched mine.

He was a man, I a woman, no boss, no kid, no lies.

When he interlaced his fingers in mine and held me close to his heart,

He told me things I needed to hear in hopes I wouldn’t fall apart.

I asked him why he had to do the things he does.

“Baby its simple, that’s how it always is and was.”

He had a tongue slick as silk, but so did I, so I always knew that was a lie.

I asked for the truth when looking in his eyes, he couldn’t look away, he couldn’t deny

“We all have a responsibility, we all have things we need to do, I’m a Boss, not by choice but by fate.” And that was the truth.

I was fated to fall in love with a Boss.

He was fated to lose me.

A lesson was learned, never love so loosely.

He allowed himself to be exposed, you see.

He may have been a boss, but he was always a man to me

When I took my first step, I should have fell backwards.

It would have meant failure.

But it wouldn’t mean being here.

On this neverending staircase.

I walk up and up, hoping to find a door, or a hallway, a path.

Yet, just more steps.

Each step is a milestone which in the end leads to…

Another staircase.

Scared to move forward

but scared to look down.

Looking down may cause my madness to spiral out of control.

It may cause it to continue..

to lead me beyond the staircase.

To a pinewood box.

I can’t go back.

Secretly I know what awaits me at the top.

The very top.

You.

With a grin that matches the Cheshire cat’s ten fold.

I climb the steps.

to my past.

to my past lover.

to the reason for my insanity.

My neverending staircase.

There’s a ***** in me.
A ***** that hides deep below.
But don’t try to **** me, kid.
Because that’s a ***** that you don’t want to know.
You think Jazmine Sullivan ****** your **** up, that’s nothing compared to me.
I’ll smash glass in your breakfast and make you drink bleach.
See how crazy she gets?
This ***** that hides away from the publics eye.
But not in private, no this crazy ***** will make you cry.
She’ll make you pant and moan
right before she breaks three of your bones
So go on and get gone, ‘for I release her early in the morn.
Don’t lie to me, our I’ll release the dragon from the lair.
Hurt me? I’ll hurt you tenfold and will not care.
Its not that I don’t love you, but you simply must pay.
Your lies have not gone unnoticed by my heart, and neither has the games you’ve played.
I’ll fight you to the death, gun or knife fight, its your choice.
But everything changes love, even my voice.
Once so sweet and angelic, becauses the demon’s tone.
So think twice before you pick up the phone.
And lie to me about who you’re with and where you been.
Be honest, because it will benefit you and I in the end.
Because this crazy ***** guards my heart.
And if you play with it well, I’ll allow her to rip you apart.

Sincerely, A sane female.

His lies are like the Mississippi River.
It flows beautifully.
Others who don’t know his history stare in amazement.
But I know better.
I know, much like the Mississippi River, that underneath those lies are pure ugliness.
I watch as other slowly drown in them.

For when we die.

It will be the most beautiful thing we ever saw.

The sun sets and

the clouds droop into black puddles

and the world we once knew cease to exist.

We no longer have control,

we forfeit it when we take those fatal steps towards the light

that only leads us into neverending darkness.

We can’t move, nothing is there.

And we have to go through it alone.

For death only accompanies you and not your partner

its a walk we all must take alone.

When our message is explored

Our song delivered to the earth

and this world

we return to fill another

young or old.

We are only messengers.

And carrying out our message is true beauty.

Knowing that we made a definite impact, is the greatest idea

and after thought.

We only embark on this journey

to better the earth

or hender a heinous act from being committed.

No matter the road chosen

or the fork in the street that we travel.

We all come back

and are forced to repeat the cycle.

For what?

That may be what you are thinking.

That’s for you and your diety to decide.