Mar 2018
In the AM I find myself feeling helpless,
Because of premonition,
Yes I credit this condition being the reason I’m in this position,
A vision of a woman who’s… reckless,
The extension of my friendship neglected,
Understand me, that choice was respected,
So from a distance she stands protected,
Let me reiterate, she could love another and I wouldn’t feel jealous,
But breathless, indeed because I’m restless,
True love is selfless; the cause of sending energy that isn’t returned is a decrease in wellness,
Such a sacrifice says over zealous,
If defined by actions, this attachment would reiterate selfish,
Soooo… should I help less?
An illogical choice; says an audible voice, “With awareness comes responsibility”; consequently I’m optimally responsible for her well being, credited to my embryonic ability; psychic dreaming, I feel obligated to protect her from those that care less,
I happily embrace the cause of being connected,
The effects I experience were expected,
The benefits in feeling; source detected,
A guide to where the energy should be directed but still,
I feel helpless,
Because I cant force this ****,
Keeping calm,
Because divorce isn’t it,
Separation is my last resort, no need to abort, we had a kid,
And it wasn’t a *******,
Despite the games she thrown, she isn’t evil,
I just find it hard to understand how she live backwards,
In those exact words I’m thinking how she act first, like she pass words and catch worse,
Rash words, scratching my head like “ Re-Act, first?”
As if living abstract dictates the fundamentals of motion,
“It does.”
As if her mentality is physical because of emotions,
“Is love?”
This trilogy, it manifested after devotions,
“ENOUGH!”
Be real with me, this friendship rested when tested between time invested and emotions chosen that would motion an experience with oxytocin,
“WAKE UP!”
THERE! There’s the vision,
Lately I’ve been feeling like somethings missing,
But this vision foreshadowed a decision,
For what I saw was this description,
Blonde hair, red eyes; because you smoke a lot,
Aged me, red eyes, because I hoped and got,
A daughter, but I thought it was a boy,
You supported my thoughts because we learned it’s better to build than destroy,
And you knew what she’d be, how she’d look, how fast she’d grow,
Still unhappy, you left, completely booked, I was right there to love you both, like I was frozen, bounded by our creation and couldn’t let it go,
Your actions no longer affected me, for we made a home for she,
A body that housed a soul that would shine and never leave,
My side that is,
Premonition says we had a kid,
And it wasn’t a *******,
A vivid dream that needs to be dissected,
Either it happened or it didn’t ,
I need more clarity in this vision,
I need you, but you’re somewhere off being reckless,
Completely headless, heart restless,
I can’t help but feel… helpless.
Because of premonition,
Yes I credit this condition being the reason I’m in this position,
A vision of a woman who’s… reckless,
The extension of my friendship neglected,
Understand me, that choice was respected,
So from a distance she stands protected,
Let me reiterate, she could love another and I wouldn’t feel jealous,
But breathless, indeed because I’m restless,
True love is selfless; the cause of sending energy that isn’t returned is a decrease in wellness,
Such a sacrifice says over zealous,
If defined by actions, this attachment would reiterate selfish,
Soooo… should I help less?
An illogical choice; says an audible voice, “With awareness comes responsibility”; consequently I’m optimally responsible for her well being, credited to my embryonic ability; psychic dreaming, I feel obligated to protect her from those that care less,
I happily embrace the cause of being connected,
The effects I experience were expected,
The benefits in feeling; source detected,
A guide to where the energy should be directed but still,
I feel helpless,
Because I cant force this ****,
Keeping calm,
Because divorce isn’t it,
Separation is my last resort, no need to abort, we had a kid,
And it wasn’t a *******,
Despite the games she thrown, she isn’t evil,
I just find it hard to understand how she live backwards,
In those exact words I’m thinking how she act first, like she pass words and catch worse,
Rash words, scratching my head like “ Re-Act, first?”
As if living abstract dictates the fundamentals of motion,
“It does.”
As if her mentality is physical because of emotions,
“Is love?”
This trilogy, it manifested after devotions,
“ENOUGH!”
Be real with me, this friendship rested when tested between time invested and emotions chosen that would motion an experience with oxytocin,
“WAKE UP!”
THERE! There’s the vision,
Lately I’ve been feeling like somethings missing,
But this vision foreshadowed a decision,
For what I saw was this description,
Blonde hair, red eyes; because you smoke a lot,
Aged me, red eyes, because I hoped and got,
A daughter, but I thought it was a boy,
You supported my thoughts because we learned it’s better to build than destroy,
And you knew what she’d be, how she’d look, how fast she’d grow,
Still unhappy, you left, completely booked, I was right there to love you both, like I was frozen, bounded by our creation and couldn’t let it go,
Your actions no longer affected me, for we made a home for she,
A body that housed a soul that would shine and never leave,
My side that is,
Premonition says we had a kid,
And it wasn’t a *******,
A vivid dream that needs to be dissected,
Either it happened or it didn’t ,
I need more clarity in this vision,
I need you, but you’re somewhere off being reckless,
Completely headless, heart restless,
I can’t help but feel… helpless.
