Im lost in the waves of your eyes. The world is stilled by my beating heart. Joy shoots up my spine as our fingers that touched came apart.You place your hand on the small of my back, to gently guide me in. Thank you for making sure I'm safe my homie, my lover, my friend.

When I walk into a house of mirrors.  I see the root my very soul. Complex and diversified  more than anyone will ever know. Fragmented pieces of my existence that has been worn down by the river of life,that I've tried to glue back together this is my plight. I've exhausted myself trying to fight, and fixing, myself at every decision made. The goal of happiness seems to be slipping away. Worry comes and chokes the goals that I have set before me.There's an coldness there .lts me...

My heart hurts so bad because you chose not to love me. My heart breaks because you chose not to keep my company. Stranger's in the same house you would never know were kin. What ever I did to hurt you, I never knew I did.

They say is not the dead but the living that you should worry about. They say that ghosts don't exist but I challenge that notion what makes you you are ghost that haunt
from the past. Every decision wells up in you is linked to something you went through, that will challenge your thinking and your thought process. Whether or strong or weak .Joyful  or sweet  introverted or extroverted it's all because of ghost that haunt from our past.

I set our world on fire with my tongue. The rage that is boiling inside of me has just begun . Which one of us, do you think will make it out  a live.  My plan is to make you suffer, to make sure your cut so deeply inside.  To cut you so bad, no one can revive the you the man use to be. I will laugh because, its all due to me.  If another woman tries to undo what I have done. I've placed land mines in your psyche,wainting to activate. I want you to feel my hate. My choice of weapon is my tongue.

I'm over it ! You say every day. I had enough !. Things just have to go my way. So your tired of smiling, and pretending, you feel like a *** for grinning. Mundane as it may seem ,this is the only path you see . So you may be over it , but this is how it must be.