Isn’t this confusing?
To be a hopeless romantic
Searching for your twin flame
Curving the mundane
To find The one whom is equally yoked
I'm Lost and wandering
In what once was
familiar territory
But this open space has
Transformed itself into battle grounds
I'm sparring viciously for one's attention
Because there are women
That are willing to lose their identities
To faces with no name
And are often times too eager to spread
Fibia bones to avoid the vacancy in their beds
And then there's me;
Attracting men
That only latch onto women for therapy
Refusing to take responsibility for their own healing
Claiming a Queen as his property
Because he fails to have control over his own life
and i have learned how to adapt in this chaos
Forcing to close myself off
From the one thing I've wanted so badly
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
Isn’t this confusing?
To be a hopeless romantic
Searching for your twin flame
Curving the mundane
To find The one whom is equally yoked
I'm Lost and wandering
In what once was
familiar territory
But this open space has
Transformed itself into battle grounds
I'm sparring viciously for one's attention
Because there are women
That are willing to lose their identities
To faces with no name
And are often times too eager to spread
Fibia bones to avoid the vacancy in their beds
And then there's me;
Attracting men
That only latch onto women for therapy
Refusing to take responsibility for their own healing
Claiming a Queen as his property
Because he fails to have control over his own life
and i have learned how to adapt in this chaos
Forcing to close myself off
From the one thing I've wanted so badly
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