Call me selfish, cause I can be that. But when it comes to you and your time ill admit that I'm needy, I need that. Your mind is divine, your heart is pure and I can see that. I'm here to hold it down. Go a thousand rounds, with no complaints. Believe that. im willing to put you first even when it hurts. Your other half I can be that. Lets paint a serene scene with only you and me. And then lets exceed that. My wildest dreams you made them reality and I've never forgotten. Nor will I ever. Accompany you in every endeavor. Have your back and hold you down. So baby just lean back...

I can't decipher the real from fake these days.
I can't part ways with the days I spent in haze amazed by the way he made me feel.
What's real?
I can't escape this doubtful state of mind.
Because every time I trust that you're fully committed I feel you becoming timid and I try to back away in time.
Trying to convince myself that in due time you'll come around.
But will it be real?
If you don't love me by now I doubt that you ever will.
So who are you trying to fool?
Me or yourself?
Or are you just flowing through the motions trying to fill the emptiness that she's left you with?
Does that mean you're using me?
You don't care to mend my heart, you're selfishly repairing yours through me.
Abusing me.
For your own good, but it's never good enough is it?
I can feel it.
When you turn your back against me instead of holding me I can sense it.
You're in love with your past and I simply can't take it.
I'm begging you not to put me through this pain.
I can't bear to feel the ground shake beneath my legs.
Again.
Nothing felt realer than the impulse of your absence.
The crude deliverance of your actions.
What's real?
You make me feel incredible.
You make me feel invinsible.
You make me believe this connection is inevitable.
And that nothing, and I mean nothing is realer.
But is it real?
Or am I in this alone?

Love is a messy business.
Insurance recommended
Can tear you down and strip you dry
Leaving you defenseless
Sometimes mistaken due to cruel intentions
Or good intentions in detention
Either way, keep it at bay.
But this may just be me being defensive
I've developed this defense mechanism
To keep my mind imprisoned
By thoughts of independence
And hopes of better vision
Cause loves known to be a sight to sore eyes
But it's only blurred my vision

I think I love him.
But I may be wrong.
But something about the way my emotions alternate
Has me thinking that I'm right.
So uncontrollably these emotions take flight

And even when I'm distraught by his ways,
My heart defies my mind.
Placing me back in the same situation.
No knowledge of time,
yet for some reason I'm enjoying it. . .
I think it's his essence.

So bright my heart burns for his.
So deeply my mind yearns for his.
I wrap up in my sheets close my eyes
and reminisce on his presence.

His design is excellent
So defined and developed
It draws me in and me, without hesitation
Get closer

I think I love him.
But I may be wrong.
But something about the way I can't resist this force
Makes me believe that I'm right
I'm ready to take flight
Get closer.

It's that **** clock on my wall. . .

It speaks to me intensely as if repeating the things it's seen.
Reminding me with every tick that I've been tricked and every tock obscenely crushing my fairy tale  dreams.
Reminding me that I'm sitting in this room alone.
Left with nothing but this tick, followed by this tock. Telling me that it's the only thing I can depend on. The hands of my clock.

His presence is the only thing that could soothe me when I wake from a bad dream
The words that he speak stick to me like clothing in weather of 100 degrees.
Wisdom and honesty guaranteed as he prepares me for war and the dark side of reality.
Warning me that no man will ever love me like he
I smile, a bright smile interpreting the words as mere courtesy.
I was showered with unconditional love, the kind you’d never have to question.
I sat upon a pedestal, in the center of his attention.
Princess luxuries
And I never for a second thought to take advantage of him
I appreciated every breathe he took
I’d inhale as he exhaled
Every fear I’d sheltered of my future he shook
Every one of my imperfections he effortlessly overlooked.
And he was my energy.
My happiness as well as my misery
For he prepared me for the day that I never want to see
When we shall part until further notice,
So I hold onto every word, every hour, every moment as if it’s golden.
With my father, my hero, my soldier.

I want you between my thighs. . .
But don’t take that explicitly.
I just want you near me.
Take it passionately. Take me passionately.
Hear me, whisper sweet nothings in your ear before you fall asleep.
Wake up to, a solid girl by your side.
Then, return to my thighs because my body missed you.
I want to be underneath you. . .
And take that how you want it.
Take me how you want me.
Consider yourself lucky.
Trust me I never was too comfortable with trusting.
But your drive and your grind, it rushed me.
And as you ****** me, trust me.
I feel uncontrollably blissful, and undeniably lucky.
I want you inside me. . .
Take that mentally, verbally, physically.
I don’t know how else to express it.
I’m handing you my body on a silver platter.
Caress it.
My mind, profess it.  And even when it gets hectic
Love me, like you’re restless.