The image you show is one of a happy boy turning into a man and yet to learn all the crosses of life . Tall dark skin that egg shape head that I can't seem to get the image  out of my head from between my legs .. But let's give you a glass of whiskey in fact that not enough heads up this bottle of bittaz just to make sure take two shots of tequila and I'll have you right where I need you to be . Telling me everything ,everything that hurts you everything that makes you feel some type of way . Telling me about girls you pass true and the fact that they made you feel whole for that second but you mind some how finds it's way back to the smile on my face that brings you at peace . Stories about lectures that teaches you nothing that you already haven't  known but yet it reminds you of me .. Back to the times we would sit for hours talking about life and the world and the people in it and every time you would ask the question did you know? I'll look at you and smile and say no I did not just so you can shake your head and continue thinking that your teaching me the world . Even duh everybody told me other wise I never dough yet for a second that you weren't the reason for my smile. Deep in your stories you said her name Mrs boo and you smirked a smirked you never did when talking about girls that reminded you of me . That very moment my heart sunk so far down I did not hear anything that you said after that it was like  I am at the bottom if the ocean searching for air to breathe know there was no way out but up , up seems so impossible to reach to I fight . Fight back the tear the anger the betrayal the disappointment . Holding my tongue and looking the other way . That night I found myself laying on my back with you on top and I felt nothing and usually we zing but yet i wanted to feel something but instead I stopped and looked you in your eyes and realize after all these year I still couldn't get you to look me in my eyes , I still couldn't get you to kiss me with your heart or touch me with your souls . But yet I fight back from leaving for my heart I was trying to store but how could you store away some you can't find . You lucked me behind jerseys and friends . You feed me to *******  and hoes , but I'll tell you this it won't be no more it my take sometime for me to get over you but lord knows I'll linger your mind for years to come because everything about her reminds you of me so try to leave try to forget you've place yourself in a trap and I wish you the best of luck for the original is on her way out while the Copy is putting you throw a drought...........

                                             ­                                          Yours truly
                                                                ­                        Justice

It is Tuesday again and he loves a girl who isn't me.
In 14 days I will have survived another year.
It has been about a week since he hasn't responded.
I wonder if I'm the only one who thinks this heavily.

In 14 days I will have survived another year.
I pour my heart into an unopened bottle of wine.
I wonder if I'm the only one who thinks this heavily.
Half of my bed is on the floor, sheets included.

I pour my heart into an unopened bottle of wine.
It has been about a week since he hasn't responded.
Half of my bed is on the floor, sheets included.
It is Tuesday again and he loves a girl who isn't me.

Admiring our existence
in the past,
and remembering
every minuscule detail
of that day,
brings me
a euphoria stronger
than the euphoria
brought upon
from the strongest
of drugs.

Lipsticks, painted red
      A smile on my face,
              Not seen before,
     Take a big swig from a bottle,
Drink more and more
      Until I end up on the floor
     Finally the *memories are gone
When my sanity walks out the door

        I'm now on the ceiling,
   Though quite possibly dreaming,
My thoughts are far from clearing
            In muddled moments
    I find comfort and forget
             No longer chained
      Or to my own head in debt

Swishing the thoughts around my mind
    Like a good year of
         fine white wine
   Spitting out the rotten ones
Swallowing down a few,
        just for fun
     Intoxication at its finest,
Brazen, daring, brave and bold
           Leaving the past behind us
     Out in the bitter cold

          Frozen behind,
   No longer catching up to me
     I can stumble forward
            In my plastered euphoria
     A smile on my face
I can pick up my pace
         Audacious now, I feel
Doesn't matter how much of this is real

Reality is just in my mind
           Not easily defined
    By dreams, nightmares or ghosts
             From the past
       Reality is in this bottle,
                This pipe, or this needle
     Down to the very last
Drops of fantasy and candy
                   But ****,
           *It tastes so sweet

Euphoria said “drink me”
I drained the bottle
got lost on cloud nine
heavy head
sorry heart but...
sober again
never again

Oh how our imperfections make us perfect for each other.

She held me and said “It’s about you, and you are I”

Grip tightened, bones creaking.

… “You’re insane”

And you’re a genius.

A kiss planted,

I caved into her chest and let the waves cradle me, bring me in.

A kiss planted,

On the grounds of untouched land.

Sinking… Euphoria?

Sinking nonetheless.

My body quivers,
the tips of my fingers
pulsating wildly,
beads of sweat collecting
on my furrowed brow,
teeth sinking into
my bottom lip,
breathing in sharp
heaves of breath,
echoing the fast-paced
pulse of my enthusiastically
beating heart,
limbs tingling,
lower extremities losing feeling
as my body becomes absorbed
in the ecstasy
to which it succumbs
as, in one last swift, graceful movement
you make me explode,
my mind orgasming in the
crazy sensation we have
created in the simple
exchange of our
encapsulating dialogue,
reawakening my addiction,
my yearning,
my craving
for another round
of conversation,
rapture unlike
any other I've felt,
in tangibly feeling nothing but your soul
and your words.

Arabesque brown galaxies peer from behind rose tinted shades
As your soft pink lips plant
cashmere kisses that I crave
And when you leave, my neck is haunted
by the ghost of your teeth,
body still trembling from the
euphoria achieved