Apr 20
So maybe I see you in him.
Maybe I see unconditional love on both sides.
Maybe I see none of his mistakes, and none of mine because he doesn’t bring them up.
Maybe I see some one who has some type of control over something I don’t.
Maybe he needs the fact I live life day by day and I need his plans.
Maybe he needs me to show him plans don’t go accordingly but my bubbly personality makes that worth while, maybe my optimism needs his pessimism so together we have a realistic view, for realism is both optimistic and pessimistic, but not without a realistic view-
You mix two colors together and get an idea plastered in purple -
Your favorite color is red and so is his.
Blue is the color that I associate to you.
He told me he would show me purple sky’s and I have a portrait to show the accuracy -
He’s purple sky’s
If the sky was around my neck.
And painted with a belt.
But, I could belt out how much I love you.
With screams under my pillow because maybe it’s too abrasive.
But is abrasive compatible with abusive?
Maybe I too am abusive? Or maybe I was just prepared enough for abuse that I fight back and I’m reactive.
Not like an active volcano, because in technicalities he’d be reactive to his emotions, and we could call that reactive abuse-
But we know what the term reactive abuse refers to.
And as i reference purple sky’s this guys hand painted the picture around my neck when I was actually supposed to be using my neck to look above me and reaching for the galaxy behind the sun set that painted the sky purple for me.
And I wasn’t being facetious when I said I have the portrait it’s on my camera roll but I was on a roll when I drew the picture for you as he drew his belt from around his waist for me.
What a waste my life would be if he’s The One that kills me.
I wasted my time on him drugs and alcohol, I wasted my potential- when he’s my potential murderer. And I his potential victim.
It’s crazy when I think back.
He told me he saw my potential, but did he really mean my potential as me. Or did he mean his potential that he had set for me. Victim me.
So, yeah I guess I would be lying if I said I see him in you.
You’re nothing alike…
You’d choke him for choking me.
And he’d choke me because I drank today.
When you’d tip the bottle back and tell me to chug..
Y’all are nothing alike.
That’s why I was in love with you, and he is the love i let my life have.
Maybe I see unconditional love on both sides.
Maybe I see none of his mistakes, and none of mine because he doesn’t bring them up.
Maybe I see some one who has some type of control over something I don’t.
Maybe he needs the fact I live life day by day and I need his plans.
Maybe he needs me to show him plans don’t go accordingly but my bubbly personality makes that worth while, maybe my optimism needs his pessimism so together we have a realistic view, for realism is both optimistic and pessimistic, but not without a realistic view-
You mix two colors together and get an idea plastered in purple -
Your favorite color is red and so is his.
Blue is the color that I associate to you.
He told me he would show me purple sky’s and I have a portrait to show the accuracy -
He’s purple sky’s
If the sky was around my neck.
And painted with a belt.
But, I could belt out how much I love you.
With screams under my pillow because maybe it’s too abrasive.
But is abrasive compatible with abusive?
Maybe I too am abusive? Or maybe I was just prepared enough for abuse that I fight back and I’m reactive.
Not like an active volcano, because in technicalities he’d be reactive to his emotions, and we could call that reactive abuse-
But we know what the term reactive abuse refers to.
And as i reference purple sky’s this guys hand painted the picture around my neck when I was actually supposed to be using my neck to look above me and reaching for the galaxy behind the sun set that painted the sky purple for me.
And I wasn’t being facetious when I said I have the portrait it’s on my camera roll but I was on a roll when I drew the picture for you as he drew his belt from around his waist for me.
What a waste my life would be if he’s The One that kills me.
I wasted my time on him drugs and alcohol, I wasted my potential- when he’s my potential murderer. And I his potential victim.
It’s crazy when I think back.
He told me he saw my potential, but did he really mean my potential as me. Or did he mean his potential that he had set for me. Victim me.
So, yeah I guess I would be lying if I said I see him in you.
You’re nothing alike…
You’d choke him for choking me.
And he’d choke me because I drank today.
When you’d tip the bottle back and tell me to chug..
Y’all are nothing alike.
That’s why I was in love with you, and he is the love i let my life have.
