She's gotta be ready for impulsive dates
She'd have to be fine smoking with my family
She has to have faith in me
Let alone be interested
Long nights in
Conversations sporadic
I want to love and adore her so badly
Make plans, live life, then allow ourselves become one whole.
But hers the problem with modern goals.....
No one wants to put in work
Dating apps need to be buried in the dirt
Maybe I'm not meant to be around here or the one hasn't moved near me yet?
A question I think to myself a lot
She's gotta be great with kids
Has to be patient with my best friends shenanigans
Someone I'd be happy with
Maybe even have a kid with
Where the **** are you babe? Stop playing and come find me! Single life ***** ***!

Her eyes are warm to the glance
Her personality enlightened a safer direction
Her face beautiful asf
Empty words shot out in a text
I've got no clue what to say or do next
I don't mind waiting, I don't mind keeping a distance
Just need to know

I've spent a lot of time learning to let things go. Had so many people in my life walk out with out any goodbyes. Sometimes I'm mad, sad, happy, or even curious. The closer I am with anyone taught me how to stay isolated, I sure hope that makes sense. If not here's the beat I can describe the intention......
I isolate myself so others don't need to have another concern hovering over their conscious.
Somedays I wanna cry, somedays I want the whole world to see and feel how happy I am.
I laugh at myself crossing paths with people that simply don't care anymore.
I laugh at the monster I used to be.
Hell I laugh at my own ******* depression.
Till tears crumple.
I'm ******* lost without the people I've lost over the years. But I'm going to enjoy the bitter sweet moments humanity still offers me. I'm going to live and allow myself to be found....

I'd pick you flowers from the field
Words from the most amazing individual I've met in my life
A independent woman to treat anyone right
Genuine beauty
Genuine soul
Unique and beautiful
R.I.P forever with hopes to cross you again
But until then I've been struggling with the world lately
Hanging on barely
A beautiful tragedy
I'm trusting less
Living to forget
Always depressed
Now I'm wishing I was in a field picking flowers for someone to love and adore me
Remind me what it's like to be happy
Fighting off the world during rotation
I'm at war with my imaginations
Loved ones checking on me
I've forgotten to live my reality
Pick me flowers and leave them by my journals
I'll be back later