The weight of your words..
Keep me up at night...

You point,  
The edges of your fingers cut sharper than any knife,  
Slicing the space we used to fill with laughter and light.  
Your hands are inert,
Hungry for heat,  
Yet instead of reaching, they hover,  
Like ghosts in a room where warmth has fled.  
Each sigh, a boulder,  
That drops into the stillness and  
Unfurls like tangled weeds,  
Choking the garden of us.  
I wonder, do you think love flourishes in the shadows of blame?
Do you think it's fruits bloom where bitterness breathes like an old memory?  
Yet, here I remain —  rooted,  
Waiting for you to look up,  
To step out of the darkness,  
To meet me, halfway..
In that golden sliver of effort,  
Where silence can wrap us in a cradle,  
A refuge,  
Not a battlefield.

The weight of your words..
Keep me up at night...
But the hope in my heart...
Give me just enough to stay another day.

-realness and rhyme x Nachii

Once again
Here we go
We're playing the blame game
You can't seem
To let go
So it is all the same
Conclusions
But you don't know
Which path down where it came
So, ofcourse I am blamed
The outcome never change

He stands and walks, and makes himself as hard as rock,
He smiles and waves, at beauties and babes,
Then whispers into a quiet boys ears, makes him excited and confused with fear,
Then screams and shouts on the worlds redoubt,
I do not engage in a sinful dance, while his hand holds the young boys stance,
Caressing it up and down, while the eyes set on the young boy and frown,
He rapes the young one through and through, Forgetting we are in the Twenty-first century too.

I made a loop with a running knot around my neck
A snare, a lasso
A hangman's hassle
I tightened it up
I pushed the chair
Only to blame the only person who actually cared

From the start We know this would end right?
And yet, courageously, you told me you would fight.
Whose fault was it in the first place?
Why do we suffer now in this heartache?