I wondered if I was too soft, too pliable, to bendable, to breakable
I wondered if my sensitiveness would be better served on a censorship list
if it would be better to weather my own emotions until they eroded
a road not known to be so gentle
because when you're always spoken to like a mistake
it starts to be the only thing you can taste and you end up feeling less like great and more like pain
my mother swears that I am the air that she breathes
so when they diagnosed her, I hope the doctors didn't blame it on her environment
and when my friends would talk about that chick and wanna bone her
bone would carry me back to the skeletons in my closet
while they were only concerned about getting in between that girls hips, when they ***** her
I wanted to be that girls hips, the bones inside of her
because without me she couldn't move alone
and without her heartbeat
I'd just be bones
I can't tell you how many times my friend Maddy was battered up on homeless plate
but we still dug out love
she was rocked quite often, but was one hell of a mountain climber
she payed a hefty price to wear his fists, and they were the most expensive eye makeup I've ever seen
when my friends would brag about how many lamp shades they would look under in their room, how many metaphorical lamps laid on the nightstand surrounding their bed
my mother always said if I let them shine in my mind, I wouldn't need not even one night stands
I hold them high
spell a woman
a woman is a
man
on
wo
and you can still be fly if you land on one
disrespect them, and we're kicking dirt on the land from which we all grow
while most guys are treating the inside like a candy store, I found that all the getting inside in the world don't matter until you feel like you've found your golden rapper
while most guys are wishing that girl is blind enough to see their ulterior motives
they've forgotten most women have super powers
all they see are invisible men, and I wanted to make her feel my words like brail to the unseen
I wanted to bring life to those frozen in time words once told to her
because those 'I love yous' and 'I miss yous' from her exes were paralyzed from the neck down
they were just trying to get ahead, and once alive, need oxygen to live
and sooner or later she was only living to breathe life into those words, and I wanted to breathe life back into her
my mother taught me things
she said, just because someone before you
spent time in her boiler room
doesn't mean they turned
the heat on
she said, no matter who smashed you make sure you love that girl to pieces
a girl's past is like cremated ash, it's been lived already
my mother said, kisses are like stitches, they heal all wounds as long as they don't remain hidden in a bottom right corner of special occasion birthday cards
because every kiss does not begin with k, they begin with lips
and so does every life
It's time for us guys to start
respecting where
we came
from.