Love..
What is it?

My parents were deeply in 'love'
The smile they had on their faces
Each day..
The love was shown within their vitality
But then you look at the other side
Where the grass isn't so green and the sky isn't so blue
My friend was having affairs
My cousin was being abused

What is love?
Because if I'm going to risk my peace & stability
I need to know that he's ready for me
That I'm going to get the positive energy
Constantly

I don't know what love is but I'm scared of it

My thoughts have been reincarnated into the form of a human
Her name is Presley
She is around 5'5, wavy brown hair, piercing big, brown eyes
She had these flaws..where she couldn't help herself
A constant battle it was to maintain her health mentally and physically
I gave her the time of day, stayed with her through the night
It became the suffrage within myself, drowned in negativity
Uplifted by society but backed down by family
Talking to her was like being drained by losing sobriety
With her being the drug, me being addicted to helping her
As time had passed I realized that I was the one in need
And nowhere was she to be found
Presley..
These are my last words to you
I am in need of your guidance, your words, your sympathy
I can't take it anymore
I want to be de-

Presley.

Even though we were connected within such little time
And I shouldn't have trusted you so fully
I still did.. I still treated you as my royalty
You went behind my back.. actually
You went behind HER back.. and destroyed my peace of mind
I was doing good before I met you..
I will still always be doing good..
But just know,
You came into my life at a time where I am attained to self-growth
I am cherished in self-love
I could give one less **** about you anymore
It's her I'm worried about.

As the days go on.. some females disappoint me
Giving away your body to get revenge at a man
Actually let me emphasize..
A man who does not care
Not about you nor your life
Who has seen you as an object and treated you as such
But you get so worked up by his actions
Sometimes it seems like females don't see their worth
That their self-esteem revolves around a man
You do everything (and I mean everything)
But leave and put yourself in a positive and uplifting setting.
You're over here drenching tears, destroying valuables, keying cars, taking it out on your children. But for what.. and at what cost?
Now look at you.. lost your child and you ended up in a place
You could've avoided if you had took the initiative
Before it was too late.
For the love of God.. Help Yourself.

Lately there's been something going on with me
More specifically, my body.
Now don't worry, let me see how to word this
Well.. my organs are failing me
My body is collapsing
My time is escaping
And my energy is the representation
My thoughts have been formed
My future has been destroyed
My end is unraveling
And the odd thing is..
I'm ready
..and happy

please don't feel sorry.

My imagination has corrupted my perception
The same perception that is undefined and unknown
During the nighttime
My negative thoughts come indoors and push my old memories
Outdoors and when I awaken..
I am lost, I am torn, I am in pain
And that is just my mentality. Fixate on me.
I am someone with depression and altered memory
But through all the pain and despair
I kept the faith within myself and occupation of my mind
And trust me when I say that all is fine..


I guess.

Everytime I close my eyes I see my beauty mark..
Not the beauty portrayed on the outside
Nor the one that can be snatched easily with depression and anxiety
But my beauty is shown within my words
The way I communicate my emotions with a notepad and a puzzled mind
Others might say the beauty comes from my body
Or maybe just because I'm pretty
But my looks do not define me
My beauty is shown through my talent
I am underrated and determined
I communicate my emotions with a soft heart and some paper
You cannot define me.